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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,
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!
New Monthly Magazine.
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.
Ånd 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 i
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
Their own by gentle sympathy; and some
Sighing to think of an unhappy home :
Some few admiring what can ever lure
Maidens to leave the heaven serene and pure
Of parents' smiles, for life's great cheat; a thing
Bitter to taste--sweet in imagining !
But they are all dispersed —and lo! she stands
Looking in idle grief on her white hands,
Alone within the garden now her own;
And through the sunny air, with jangling tone,
The music of the merry marriage bells,,
Killing the azure silence, sinks and swells ; –
Absorbed like one within a dream, who dreams
That he is dreaming, until slumber seems
A mockery of itself-when suddenly
Antonio stood before her, pale as she.
sorrow, and with pride,
He lifted his wan eyes upon the bride,
And said — “ Is this thy faith?” and then, as one
Whose sleeping face is stricken by the sun
With light, like a harsh voice, which bids him rise
And look upon his day of life with eyes
Which weep in vain that they can dream no more,
Ginevra saw her lover, and forbore
To shriek or faint, and checked the stifling blood
Rushing upon her heart, and unsubdued
Said — “ Friend, if earthly violence or ill,
Suspicion, doubt, or the tyrannic will
Of parents, chance, or custom, time or change,
Or circumstance, or terror, or revenge,
Or 'wildered looks, or words, or evil speech,
With all their stings envenomed can impeach
Our love, — we love not:-- if the grave, which hides
The victim from the tyrant, and divides
The cheek that whitens from the eyes that dart
Imperious inquisition to the heart
That is another's, could dissever ours,
We love not.”—“What, do not the silent hours