And though my faith be broken, That proves me happy now! Would God I could awaken! THE HAUNTED PALACE. N the greenest of our valleys IN By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace-reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominionIt stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion. Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, F (This-all this-was in the olden And every gentle air that dallied, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, Wanderers in that happy valley, To a lute's well-tuned law, In state his glory well befitting, And all with pearl and ruby glowing Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, (Ah, let us mourn !-for never morrow And travellers now, within that valley, While, like a ghastly rapid river, A hideous throng rush out for ever I EULALIE. DWELT alone In a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah less-less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapour can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now Doubt-now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all the day long Shines bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, [eye While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. B TO F ELOVED! amid the earnest woes (Drear path, alas! where grows My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows And thus thy memory is to me Some ocean throbbing far and free Just o'er that one bright island smile. TO ONE IN PARADISE. 'HOU wast that all to me, love, TH For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"-but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! |