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I look for ghosts ; but none will force
Their way to me : 'tis falsely said
That there was ever intercourse
Between the living and the dead;
For, surely, then I should have sight
Of him I wait for day and night,
With love and longings infinite.

DEPARTED Child ! I could forget thee once
Though at my bosom nursed ; this woeful gain
Thy dissolution brings, that in my soul
Is present and perpetually abides
A shadow, never, never to be displaced
By the returning substance, seen or touched,
Seen by mine eyes, or clasped in my embrace.
Absence and death how differ they ! and how
Shall I admit that nothing can restore
What one short sigh so easily removed !-
Death, life, and sleep, reality and thought,
Assist me, God, their boundaries to know,
O teach me calm submission to thy Will !


My apprehensions come in crowds ;
I dread the rustling of the grass ;
The very shadows of the clouds
Have power to shake me as they pass :
I question things and do not find
One that will answer to my mind ;
And all the world appears unkind.


Beyond participation lie
My troubles, and beyond relief :
If any chance to heave a sigh,
They pity me, and not my grief.
Then come to me, my Son, or send
Some tidings that my woes may end ;
I have no other earthly friend !

The Child she mourned had overstepped the pale
Of Infancy, but still did breathe the air
That sanctifies its confines, and partook
Reflected beams of that celestial light
To all the Little-ones on sinful earth
Not unvouchsafed--a light that warmed and

Those several qualities of heart and mind
Which, in her own blest nature, rooted deep,
Daily before the Mother's watchful eye,
And not hers only, their peculiar charms
Unfolded,-beauty, for its present self,
And for its promises to future years,
With not unfrequent rapture fondly hailed.





The days are cold, the nights are long,
The north-wind sings a doleful song ;
Then hush again upon my breast ;
All merry things are now at rest,

Save thee, my pretty Love !

Have you espied upon a dewy lawn A pair of Leverets each provoking each To a continuance of their fearless sport, Two separate Creatures in their several gifts Abounding, but so fashioned that, in all That Nature prompts them to display, their looks, Their starts of motion and their fits of rest, An undistinguishable style appears And character of gladness, as if Spring Lodged in their innocent bosoms, and the spirit Of the rejoicing morning were their own.

The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
The crickets long have ceased their mirth ;

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Such union, in the lovely Girl maintained And her twin Brother, had the parent seen, Ere, pouncing like a ravenous bird of prey, Death in a moment parted them, and left The Mother, in her turns of anguish, worse Than desolate ; for oft-times from the sound Of the survivor's sweetest voice (dear child, He knew it not) and from his happiest looks, Did she extract the food of self-reproach, As one that lived ungrateful for the stay By Heaven afforded to uphold her maimed And tottering spirit. And full oft the Boy, Now first acquainted with distress and grief, Shrunk from his Mother's presence, shunned with

Her sad approach, and stole away to find,
In his known haunts of joy where'er he might,
A more congenial object. But, as time
Softened her pangs and reconciled the child
To what he saw, he gradually returned,
Like a scared Bird encouraged to renew
A broken intercourse ; and, while his eyes
Were yet with pensive fear and gentle awe
Turned upon her who bore him, she would stoop
To imprint a kiss that lacked not power to spread
Faint colour over both their pallid cheeks,
Andstilled his tremulouslip. Thus they were calmed
And cheered ; and now together breathe fresh air
In open fields; and when the glare of day
Is gone, and twilight to the Mother's wish
Befriends the observance, readily they join
In walks whose boundary is the lost One's grave,
Which he with flowers hath planted, finding there
Amusement, where the Mother does not miss
Dear consolation, kneeling on the turf
In prayer, yet blending with that solemn rite
Of pious faith the vanities of grief ;
For such, by pitying Angels and by Spirits
Transferred to regions upon which the clouds
Of our weak nature rest not, must be deemed
Those willing tears, and unforbidden sighs,
And all those tokens of a cherished sorrow,
Which, soothed and sweetened by the grace of

As now it is, seems to her own fond heart,
Immortal as the love that gave it being.

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THE SAILOR'S MOTHER. One morning (raw it was and wetA foggy day in winter time) A Woman on the road I met, Not old, though something past her prime :

-Of coats and of jackets grey, scarlet, and green, On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen ; With their comely blue aprons, and caps white as

snow, The girls on the hills made a holiday show.

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She with her mother crossed the sea ; With answering vows. Plebeian was the stock, The babe and mother near me dwell:

Plebeian, though ingenuous, the stock, Yet does my yearning heart to thee

From which her graces and her honours sprung: Turn rather, though I love her well :

And hence the father of the enamoured Youth, Rest, little Stranger, rest thee here !

With haughty indignation, spurned the thought Never was any child more dear!

Of such alliance.

From their cradles up, With but a step between their several homes,

Twins had they been in pleasure ; after strife -I cannot help it; ill intent

And petty quarrels, had grown fond again ; I've none, my pretty Innocent!

Each other's advocate, each other's stay ; I weep—I know they do thee wrong,

And, in their happiest moments, not content, These tears—and my poor idle tongue.

If more divided than a sportive pair Oh, what a kiss was that! my cheek

Of sea-fowl, conscious both that they are hovering How cold it is ! but thou art good;

Within the eddy of a common blast, Thine eyes are on me—they would speak, Or hidden only by the concave depth I think, to help me if they could.

Of neighbouring billows from each other's sight. Blessings upon that soft, warm face, My heart again is in its place !

Thus, not without concurrence of an age

Unknown to memory, was an earnest given While thou art mine, my little Love,

By ready nature for a life of love, This cannot be a sorrowful grove;

For endless constancy, and placid truth ;

But whatsoe'er of such rare treasure lay
Contentment, hope, and mother's glee,
I seem to find them all in thee:

Reserved, had fate permitted, for support

Of their maturer years, his present mind
Here's grass to play with, here are flowers ;

Was under fascination ;-he beheld
I'll call thee by my darling's name;
Thou hast, I think, a look of ours,

A vision, and adored the thing he saw.

Arabian fiction never filled the world
Thy features seem to me the same;
Ilis little sister thou shalt be ;

With half the wonders that were wrought for him.

Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring ; And, when once more my home I see,

Life turned the meanest of her implements,
I'll tell him many tales of Thee.”

Before his eyes, to price above all gold ;
The house she dwelt in was a sainted shrine ;
Her chamber-window did surpass in glory
The portals of the dawn; all paradise

Could, by the simple opening of a door,

Let itself in upon him :pathways, walks,
The following tale was written as an Episode, in a work Swarmed with enchantment, till his spirit sank,

from which its length may perhaps exclude it. The Surcharged, within him, overblest to move facts are true; no invention as to these has been

Beneath a sun that wakes a weary world exercised, as none was needed

To its dull round of ordinary cares ;
O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thus

A man too happy for mortality!
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow

So passed the time, till whether through effect Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven !

Of some unguarded moment that dissolved
To such inheritance of blessed fancy

Virtuous restraint-ah, speak it, think it, not !
(Fancy that sports more desperately with minds Deem rather that the fervent Youth, who saw
Than ever fortune hath been known to do) So many bars between his present state
The high-born Vaudracour was brought, by years And the dear haven where he wished to be
Whose progress had a little overstepped

In honourable wedlock with his Love,
His stripling prime. A town of small repute, Was in his judgment tempted to decline
Among the vine-clad mountains of Auvergne, To perilous weakness, and entrust his cause
Was the Youth's birth-place. There he wooed a To nature for a happy end of all ;

Deem that by such fond hope the Youth was swayed, Who heard the heart-felt music of his suit

And bear with their transgression, when I add



That Julia, wanting yet the name of wife, Persisted openly that death alone
Carried about her for a secret grief

Should abrogate his human privilege
The promise of a mother.

Divine, of swearing everlasting truth,
To conceal

Upon the altar, to the Maid he loved.
The threatened shame, the parents of the Maid
Found means to hurry her away by night,

“You shall be baffled in your mad intent And unforewarned, that in some distant spot If there be justice in the court of France," She might remain shrouded in privacy,

Muttered the Father.- From these words the Youth Until the babe was born. When morning came, Conceived a terror; and, by night or day, The Lover, thus bereft, stung with his loss, Stirred nowhere without weapons, that full soon And all uncertain whither he should turn, Found dreadful provocation : for at night Chafed like a wild beast in the toils; but soon When to his chamber he retired, attempt Discovering traces of the fugitives,

Was made to seize him by three armed men, Their steps he followed to the Maid's retreat. Acting, in furtherance of the father's will, Easily may the sequel be divined

Under a private signet of the State.
Walks to and fro-watchings at every hour; One the rash Youth's ungovernable hand
And the fair Captive, who, whene’er she may, Slew, and as quickly to a second gave
Is busy at her casement as the swallow

A perilous wound-he shuddered to behold Fluttering its pinions, almost within reach, The breathless corse ; then peacefully resigned About the pendent nest, did thus espy

His person to the law, was lodged in prison, Her Lover !—thence a stolen interview,

And wore the fetters of a criminal.
Accomplished under friendly shade of night.

Have you observed a tuft of winged seed
I pass the raptures of the pair ;—such theme That, from the dandelion's naked stalk,
Is, by innumerable poets, touched

Mounted aloft, is suffered not to use
In more delightful verse than skill of mine Its natural gifts for purposes of rest,
Could fashion ; chiefly by that darling bard Driven by the autumnal whirlwind to and fro
Who told of Juliet and her Romeo,

Through the wide element? or have you marked And of the lark's note heard before its time, The heavier substance of a leaf-clad bough, And of the streaks that laced the severing clouds Within the vortex of a foaming flood, In the unrelenting east.— Through all her courts Tormented ? by such aid you may conceive The vacant city slept; the busy winds,

The perturbation that ensued ;-ah, no! That keep no certain intervals of rest,

Desperate the Maid—the Youth is stained with Moved not; meanwhile the galaxy displayed

blood; Her fires, that like mysterious pulses beat Unmatchable on earth is their disquiet! Aloft ;-momentous but uneasy bliss !

Yet as the troubled seed and tortured bough To their full hearts the universe seemed hung Is Man, subjected to despotic sway. On that brief meeting's slender filament !

For him, by private influence with the Court, They parted; and the generous Vaudracour Was pardon gained, and liberty procured; Reached speedily the native threshold, bent But not without exaction of a pledge, On making (so the Lovers had agreed)

Which liberty and love dispersed in air. A sacrifice of birthright to attain

He flew to her from whom they would divide him-A final portion from his father's hand;

He clove to her who could not give him peaceWhich granted, Bride and Bridegroom then would Yea, his first word of greeting was,—“All right flee

Is gone from me; my lately-towering hopes, To some remote and solitary place,

To the least fibre of their lowest root, Shady as night, and beautiful as heaven,

Are withered; thou no longer canst be mine, Where they may live, with no one to behold I thine-the conscience-stricken inust not woo Their happiness, or to disturb their love.

The unruffled Innocent,-I see thy face,
But now of this no whisper; not the less,

Behold thee, and my misery is complete!”
If ever an obtrusive word were dropped
Touching the matter of his passion, still,

“One,are we not?” exclaimed the Maiden—“One, In his stern father's hearing, Vaudracour

For innocence and youth, for weal and woe?”

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