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They slept, but no morrow could waken their bloom, And shrouded by moonlight, they lay in their tomb.

The Frost Spirit went, like the lover light, In search of fresh beauty and bloom that night Its wing was plumed by the moon's cold ray, And noiseless it flew o'er the hills away.

It flew, yet its dallying fingers played, With a thrilling touch, through the maple's shade; It toyed with the leaves of the st.u.r.dy oak, It sighed o'er the aspen, and whispering spoke To the bending sumach, that stooped to throw Its chequering shade o'er a brook below.

It kissed the leaves of the beech, and breathed O'er the arching elm, with its ivy wreathed: It climbed to the ash on the mountain's height-- It flew to the meadow, and hovering light O'er leafy forest and fragrant dell, It bound them all in its silvery spell.

Each spreading bough heard the whispered bliss, And gave its cheek to the gallant's kiss-- Though giving, the leaves disdainingly shook, As if refusing the boon they took.

Who dreamed that the morning's light would speak, And show that kiss on the blushing cheek?

For in silence the fairy work went through-- And no croning owl of the scandal knew: No watch-dog broke from his slumbers light, To tell the tale to the listening night.

But that which in secret is darkly done, Is oft displayed by the morrow's sun; And thus the leaves in the light revealed, With their glowing hues what the night concealed.

The sweet, frail flowers that once welcomed the morn, Now drooped in their bowers, all shrivelled and lorn; While the hardier trees shook their leaves in the blast-- Though tell-tale colors were over them cast.

The maple blushed deep as a maiden's cheek, And the oak confessed what it would not speak.

The beech stood mute, but a purple hue O'er its glossy robe was a witness true.

The elm and the ivy with varying dyes, Protesting their innocence, looked to the skies: And the sumach rouged deeper, as stooping to look, It glanced at the colors that flared in the brook.

The delicate aspen grew nervous and pale, As the t.i.ttering forest seemed full of the tale; And the lofty ash, though it tossed up its bough, With a puritan air on the mountain's brow, Bore a purple tinge o'er its leafy fold, And the hidden revel was gayly told!

The Sea-Bird.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Sea-Bird]

Far, far o'er the deep is my island throne, Where the sea-gull roams and reigns alone; Where nought is seen but the beetling rock, And nought is heard but the ocean-shock, And the scream of birds when the storm is nigh, And the crash of the wreck, and the fearful cry Of drowning men, in their agony.

I love to sit, when the waters sleep, And ponder the depths of the gla.s.sy deep, Till I dream that I float on a corse at sea, And sing of the feast that is made for me.

I love on the rush of the storm to sail, And mingle my scream with the hoa.r.s.er gale.

When the sky is dark, and the billow high, When the tempest sweeps in its terror by, I love to ride on the maddening blast-- To flap my wing o'er the fated mast, And sing to the crew a song of fear, Of the reef and the surge that await them here.

When the storm is done and the revel is o'er, I love to sit on the rocky sh.o.r.e, And tell to the ear of the dying breeze, The tales that are hushed in the sullen seas; Of the ship that sank in the reefy surge, And left her fate to the sea-gull's dirge: Of the lover that sailed to meet his bride, And his story gave to the secret tide: Of the father that went on the trustless main, And never was met by his child again: Of the hidden things which the waves conceal, And the sea-bird's song can alone reveal.

I tell of the ship that hath found a grave-- Her spars still float on the restless wave, But down in the halls of the voiceless deep, The forms of the brave and the beautiful sleep.

I saw the storm as it gathered fast, I heard the roar of the coming blast, I marked the ship in her fearful strife, As she flew on the tide, like a thing of life.

But the whirlwind came, and her masts were wrung, Away, and away on the waters flung.

I sat on the gale o'er the sea-swept deck, And screamed in delight o'er the coming wreck: I flew to the reef with a heart of glee, And wiled the ship to her destiny.

On the hidden rocks like a hawk she rushed, And the sea through her riven timbers gushed: O'er the whirling surge the wreck was flung, And loud on the gale wild voices rung.

I gazed on the scene--I saw despair On the pallid brows of a youthful pair.

The maiden drooped like a gentle flower, When lashed by the gale in its quivering bower: Her arms round her lover she wildly twined, And gazed on the sea with a wildered mind.

He bent o'er the trembler, and sheltered her form, From the plash of the sea, and the sweep of the storm; But woe to the lover, and woe to the maid, Whose hopes on the treacherous deep are laid!

For the Sea hath a King whose palaces shine, In l.u.s.tre and light down the pearly brine, And he loves to gather in glory there, The choicest things of the earth and air.

In his deep saloons with coral crowned, Where gems are sparkling above and around, He gathers his harem of love and grace, And beauty he takes to his cold embrace.

The winds and the waves are his messengers true.

And lost is the wanderer whom they pursue.

They sweep the sh.o.r.e, they plunder the wreck, His stores to heap, and his halls to deck.

Oh! lady and lover, ye are doomed their prey-- They come! they come! ye are swept away!

Ye sink in the tide,--but it cannot sever The fond ones who sleep in its depths for ever!

Wild! wild was the storm, and loud was its roar, And strange were the sights that I hovered o'er: I saw the babe with its mother die; I listened to catch its parting sigh; And I laughed to see the black billows play With the sleeping child in their gambols gay.

I saw a girl whose arms were white, As the foam that flashed on the billows' height; And the ripples played with her glossy curls, And her cheek was kissed by the dancing whirls; But her bosom was dead to hope and fear, For she shuddered not as the shark came near.

I poised my foot on the forehead fair Of a lovely boy that floated there; I looked in the eyes of the drowning brave, As they upward gazed through the gla.s.sy wave; I screamed o'er the bubbles that told of death, And stooped as the last gave up his breath.

I flapped my wing, for the work was done-- The storm was hushed, and the laughing sun Sent his gushing light o'er the sullen seas-- And I tell my tale to the fainting breeze, Of the hidden things which the waves conceal, And the sea-bird's song can alone reveal!

[Ill.u.s.tration: Vignette]

The King of Terrors.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The King of Terrors]

I.

As a shadow He flew, but sorrow and wail Came up from his path, like the moan of the gale.

His quiver was full, though his arrows fell fast As the sharp hail of winter when urged by the blast.

He smiled on each shaft as it flew from the string, Though feathered by fate, and the lightning its wing.

Unerring, unsparing, it sped to its mark, As the mandate of destiny, certain and dark.

The mail of the warrior it severed in twain,-- The wall of the castle it shivered amain: No shield could shelter, no prayer could save, And Love's holy shrine no immunity gave.

A babe in the cradle--its mother bent o'er,-- The arrow is sped,--and that babe is no more!

At the faith-plighting altar, a lovely one bows,-- The gem on her finger,--in Heaven her vows; Unseen is the blow, but she sinks in the crowd, And her bright wedding-garment is turned to a shroud!

II.

On flew the Destroyer, o'er mountain and main,-- And where there was life, there, there are the slain!

No valley so deep, no islet so lone, But his shadow is cast, and his victims are known.

He paused not, though years rolled weary and slow, And Time's h.o.a.ry pinion drooped languid and low: He paused not till Man from his birth-place was swept, And the sea and the land in solitude slept.

III.

On a mountain he stood, for the struggle was done,-- A smile on his lip for the victory won.

The city of millions,--lone islet and cave, The home of the hermit,--all earth was a grave!

The last of his race, where the first saw the light, The monarch had met, and triumphed in fight: Swift, swift was the steed, o'er Shinar's wide sand, But swifter the arrow that flew from Death's hand!

IV.

O'er the mountain he seems like a tempest to lower, Triumphant and dark in the fulness of power; And flashes of flame, that play round his crest, Bespeak the fierce lightning that glows in his breast.

But a vision of wonder breaks now on his sight; The blue vault of heaven is gushing with light, And, facing the tyrant, a form from the sky Returns the fierce glance of his challenging eye.

A moment they pause,--two princes of might,-- The Demon of Darkness,--an Angel of Light!

Each gazes on each,--no barrier between-- And the quivering rocks shrink aghast from the scene!

The sword of the angel waves free in the air; Death looks to his quiver,--no arrow is there!

He falls like a pyramid, crumbled and torn; And a vision of light on his dying eye borne, In glory reveals the blest souls of the slain,-- And he sees that his sceptre was transient and vain; For, 'mid the bright throng, e'en the infant he slew, And the altar-struck bride, beam full on the view!

The Rainbow Bridge.

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