Their progress to the eye, presumptuously To dash against the ebon roof of heaven. Then came a sound-a fearful, deafening sound— Sudden and loud, as if an earthquake rent The globe to its foundations! With a rush, some, Gaining an impulse from the winds that raged Beneath its yawning billows. The black smoke, With artificial darkness; for the sea, The far-off shores of Syracuse, revealed Deserted of their 'habitants, were whelmed The noble's palace, and the peasant's cot, With the gaunt forms of Darkness and Despair. YEARS OF ANGUISH AND GLOOM HAVE GONE BY. I would not court Lethean streams O'er which I love to weep. LOGAN. I. YEARS of anguish and gloom have gone by II. What a host of remembrances rush On my brain, and my tears how they gush, III. Yes, for ever' thou saidst, though I deemed Fortune kinder, perchance, than she seemed; And, chiding thy fears with a kiss, Bade thee dim not those moments of bliss! IV. Even then death's dark web was around thee; V. We parted. What pen may pourtray VI. We parted.-Long years have now past But, fresh in my memory, yet Bloom the flowers of most mournful regret! VII. 'Tis said, that for sorrow's worst sting Time a swift-healing balsam can bring;— That earth's ills all must own his dominion, VIII. Could the power of Oblivion controul And freeze feeling's bright fount as it flows; IX. I would scorn the hard chain that must chill In my bosom affection's fond thrill; For the boon were ungrateful to me, If it banished one sweet dream of thee! X. But this thought shall afford me relief G |