Thou wert too like a dream of heaven For earthly love to merit thee.
WE parted, and we knew it was for ever—
We knew it, yet we parted; then each thought
And inmost feeling of our souls, which never
Had else been breathed in words, rushed forth and sought
Their sweet home in each other's hearts, and there
They lived and grew 'mid sadness and despair.
It was not with the bonds of common love Our hearts were knit together; they had been Silent companions in those griefs which move And purify the soul, and we had seen
Each other's strength and truth of mind, and hence We loved with passion's holiest confidence.
And virtue was the great bond that united Our guileless hopes in love's simplicity; And in those higher aims we meekly slighted The shallow feelings and weak vanity Which the world calls affection, for our eyes Had not been caught with smiles, our hearts with sighs.
We parted (as our hearts had loved) in duty
To heaven and virtue, and we both resigned Our cherished trust;-I all her worth and beauty, And she the untold devotion of my mind; We parted in mute anguish, but we bent Lowly to Him whose love is chastisement.
It was, perchance, her spirit had been goaded With suffering past its bearing-that her frail But patient heart had been so deeply loaded
With sorrow, that its chords were forced to fail: Severed by more than distance, I was told Her heart amid its troubles had grown cold.
She rests in heaven, and I-I could not follow;
My soul was crushed, not broken ;—and I live To think of all her love; and feel how hollow
Are the sick gladnesses the world can give. I live in faith and holy calm to prove My heart was not unworthy of such love. New Monthly Magazine.
ALONG, along, thou gallant Ship!— She walks the ocean well; Her bowsprit in the flashing foam, Her bow upon the swell.
Along, along, thou gallant Ship!— She bravely rides the brine; Her sails bright as the floating swan In noon's unclouded shine.
The breezes bear her bravely on Over the waste of waves, Art's triumph, to the furthest shore That father Ocean laves.
The symbol of the great and free, The blue heaven o'er her head;—
Like the wild wing of Liberty, Her sails exulting spread.
From clime to clime, from line to pole, Far sweeps her reinless prow;
A trackless thought, her course she steers O'er plumbless gulfs below.
Along, along, thou gallant Ship;
Still fresh the breezes be
With which thou glidest along the foam, A spirit of the sea!
Thou wert too like a dream of heaven For earthly love to merit thee.
WE parted, and we knew it was for ever— We knew it, yet we parted; then each thought And inmost feeling of our souls, which never
Had else been breathed in words, rushed forth an Their sweet home in each other's hearts, and there They lived and grew 'mid sadness and despair.
It was not with the bonds of common love Our hearts were knit together; they had been Silent companions in those griefs which move And purify the soul, and we had seen Each other's strength and truth of mind, and he We loved with passion's holiest confidence.
And virtue was the great bond that united Our guileless hopes in love's simplicity; And in those higher aims we meekly slighted The shallow feelings and weak vanity Which the world calls affection, for our eyes Had not been caught with smiles, our hearts wi
We parted (as our hearts had loved) in duty To heaven and virtue, and we both resigned Our cherished trust;-I all her worth and beau And she the untold devotion of my mind; We parted in mute anguish, but we bent Lowly to Him whose love is chastisement.
It was, perchance, her spirit had been goaded With suffering past its bearing-that her fr But patient heart had been so deeply loaded
With sorrow, that its chords were forced to 1 Severed by more than distance, I was told Her heart amid its troubles had grown cold.
WILD, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one Who staggers forth into the air and sun, From the dark chamber of a mortal fever, Bewildered, and incapable, and ever Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain Of usual shapes, till the familiar train Of objects and of persons passed like things Strange as a dreamer's mad imaginings,— Ginevra from the nuptial altar went:
The vows to which her lips had sworn assent Rung in her brain still with a jarring din, Deafening the lost intelligence within.
And so she moved under the bridal veil,
Which made the paleness of her cheek more pale, And deepened the faint crimson of her mouth, And darkened her dark locks, as moonlight doth ; – And of the gold and jewels glittering there She scarce felt conscious, but the weary glare Lay like a chaos of unwelcome light, Vexing the soul with gorgeous undelight. A moonbeam in the shadow of a cloud
Was less serenely fair- her face was bowed, And as she passed, the diamonds in her hair Were mirrorred in the polished marble stair Which led from the cathedral to the street; And ever as she went her light fair feet Erased these images.
The bride-maidens who round her thronging came, Some with a sense of self-rebuke and shame,
Envying the unenviable; and others
Making the joy which should have been another's
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