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Journeying amid the brightest of earth's things
my soul grew mad with visions ! Beneath the canopy of waters I could see Palaces and cities crumbled—and the ships Sunk in the engorging whirlpool, while the laugh Of revelry went wild along their decks, and ere The oath was strangled in their swollen throats ;For there they lay, just hurried to one grave With horrible contortions and fix'd eyes Waving among the cannon, as the surge Would slowly lift them—and their streaming hair Twining around the blades that were their pride.
And there were two lock'd in each other's arms, And they were lovers ! Oh God, how beautiful! cheek to cheek And heart to heart upon that splendid deep, A bridal bed of pearls !—a burial Worthy of two so young and innocent. And they did seem to lie there, like two gems The fairest in the halls of ocean—both Sepulchred in love-a tearless death-one look, One wish, one smile, one mantle for their shroud, One hope, one kiss—and that not yet quite cold ! How beautiful to die in such fidelity! E’er yet the curse has ripen'd, or the heart Begins to hope for death as for a joy, And feels its streams grow thicker, till they cloy With wishes that have sicken'd and grown old. I saw their cheeks were pure and passionless, And all their love had pass'd into a smile, And in that smile they died !
Sudden a battle rolld above my head, And there came down a flash into the deep Illumining its dim chambers—and it pass’d; The waters shudder'd-and a thousand sounds Sung hellish echoes through the cavern'd waste. The blast was screaming on the upper wave, And as I look'd above me I could see The ships go booming through the murky storm, Sails rent-masts staggering and a spectre crew, Blood mingled with the foam bathing their bows,
And I could hear their shrieks as they went on
A form shot downward close at my feet ;
Again I stood beside the lovely pair ;The storm and conflict were as they'd not been. I stood and shriek'd and laugh’d, and yet no voice, That I could hear, came in my madness; It hardly seem'd that they were dead--so calm, So beautiful ! the sea-stars round them shone, Like emblems of their souls so cold and pure! The bending grass wept silent over them, Truer than any friend on earth—their tomb The jewelry of the ocean, and their dirge The everlasting music of its roar.
I seem'd to stand wretched in dreamy thought, Cursing the constancy of human hearts And vanity of human hopes—and felt As I have felt on earth in my sick hours ;How thankless was this legacy of breath To those who knew the wo of a scathed brain ! Oh ocean-ocean! if thou coverest up The ruins of a proud and broken soul, And givest such peace and solitude as this, Thy depths are heaven to man's ingratitude
I seem'd to struggle in an agony ; My streaming tears gush'd out to meet the wave ; I woke in terror, and the beaded sweat Coursed down my temples like a very rain, As though I had just issued from the sea !
Mount of the clouds; on whose Olympian height
Sweeps a wide waste: no gladdening scenes appear,
Save where with silvery flash the waters flow Beneath the far off mountain, distant, calm, and slow.
Thine is the summit where the clouds repose,
The storms come forth—and hurrying darkly on,
And when the tumult of the air is fled,
Mount of the clouds! when winter round thee throws
Thy battlements stand clothed in heaven's own hue, To swell as Freedom's home on man's unbounded view!
THE AIR VOYAGE.
YE have heard of spirits that sail the air,
As to catch the star's young travelling ray
Till the arch of night,
Is tremblingly bright,
Ye have heard of spirits that sail away
Where life is still,
By a boundless will,
Methought I was borne through the measureless fields,
And a shallop frail,
With a shadowy sail,
It went through my brain, this deep delight,
And still my bark went
Through the firmament,
When the sun roll'd up from the burning sea,
As each beautiful ray
Sunk sadly away,
Then I sailed far off to the thundering clouds,
While far below,
'Mid the lightning's glow, I heard the dull sounds of the tempest go.
Then storm-clouds crossed my glowing track,
Pour'd melody out
Like the far-off shout
CHARLES J. LOCKE,
OF Boston, formerly editor of the Boston Spectator.
A DREAM OF THE OCEAN.
A MERMAID uprose in a golden dream,
And cried, “come, follow me”-
To the brighest cave of the sea.
'T was the festal hall of the waves, and there
Bright gems were cluster'd round;
Made melody of sound.
I danced with the spirits o’er diamond sands
And quaft'd of happiness;