Diobe. (From the French of Théophile Gautier.) MARBLE phantom on a base of rock, Head bowed on hand and elbow pressed on knee, Sits ever, weeping ever. Ah! what shock Thy heart bursts, and thy sculptured bosom heaves. The tears that from thy marble eyelid drip, On Athos, or on Calvary, a sign Of all our griefs, what New-World river flows With strength of stream and tide of woe like thine? OXFORD. W. A Midnight Cruise. WATCHED the moon sink in her western bed, Then like a gull with a foam-splashed wing, And the boom jibbed round with a deuce of a swing, Never a point from her course she swerves, Now deep into caverns of midnight hue, Now high on the crested waves we shoot;And one of them wetted me through and through, From the crown of my hat to the sole of my boot. O ye dancing surges that never are still, I could ride on your bosom for evermore, If I didn't feel so uncommonly ill: I would give half the world to be landed on shore ! Halbeast. HROUGH the garden winds were sighing, On the couch, where she was lying, Streamed the light aslant the bay, O'er her bosom as she lay, Freed, at dying of the day, From life's hard school. Through the midnight's warm blue air Down my darling's braided hair- Soft, rich robes, in which to fold her, Flowers bent downward to behold her Sleeping lonely in the gloom. Flowers, which we in days gone by Flowers, which soon would droop and die Slender fingers I had prest Now were crossed upon her breast, Vain to touch each blue-veined finger, Wait, till soon a black-robed train * But I knew it was no maiden Who beneath the moonlight slept, For a message sorrow-laden O'er my weary spirit crept: |