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He, too, who yet had held untired
A spirit natural or inspired-
He, too, was struck, and day by day
Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Oh God ! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood :-
I've seen it rushing forth in blood,
I've seen it on the breaking ocean
Strive with a swoln convulsive motion,
I've seen the sick and ghastly bed
Of Sin delirious with its dread:
But these were horrors—this was woo
Unmix'd with such—but sure and slow :
He faded, and so calm and meek,
So softly worn, so sweetly weak,
So tearless, yet so tender-kind,
And grieved for those he left behind ;
With all the while a cheek whose bloom
Was as a mockery of the tomb,
Whose tints as gently sunk away
As a departing rainbow's ray-
An eye of most transparent light,
That almost made the dungeon bright,
And not a word of murmur not
A groan o'er his untimely lot, -
A little talk of better days,
A little hope my own to raise,
For I was sunk in silencelost
In this last loss, of all the most;
And then the sighs he would suppress
Of fainting nature's feebleness,
More slowly drawn, grew less and loss :
I listen'd, but I could not hear-
I call’d, for I was wild with fear;
I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread
Would not be thus admonished;
I calld, and thought I heard a sound-
I burst my chain with ono strong bound,
And rush'd to him :- I found him not
I only stirr'd in this black spot,
I only lived-1 only drew
The accursed breath of dungeon-dew ;
The last-the sole—the dearest link
Between me and the eternal brink,
Which bound me to my failing race,
Was broken in this fatal place.
One on the earth, and one beneath-
My brothers—both had ceased to breathe
I took that hand which lay so still,
Alas! my own was full as chill ;
I had not strength to stir, or strive,
But felt that I was still alive

A frantic feeling, when we know
That what we love shall ne'er be so.

I know not why

I could not die,
I had no earthly hope--but faith,
And that forbade a selfish death.

What next befell me then and there

I know not well-I never knew.First came the loss of light, and air,

And then of darkness too : I had no thought, no feeling-nonoAmong the stones I stood a stone, And was scarce conscious what I wist, As shrubless crags within the mist; For all was blank, and bleak, and gray, It was.not night-it was not day, It was not even the dungeon-light, So hateful to my heavy sight, But vacancy absorbing space, And fixedness—without a place ; There were no stars—no earth-no time No check-no change-no good-no crime But silence, and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless !

A light broke in upon my brain,

It was the carol of a bird ;
It ceased, and then it came again,

The sweetest song ear ever heard,
And mine was thankful till my eyes
Ran over with the glad surprise,
And they that moment could not see
I was the mate of misery;
But then by dull degrees came back
My senses to their wonted track,
I saw the dungeon walls and floor
Close slowly round me as before,
I saw the glimmer of the sun
Creeping as it before had done,
But through the crevice where it camo
That bird was perch'd, as fond and tame

And tamer than upon the tree;
A lovely bird, with azure wings,
And song that said a thousand things,

And seem'd to say them all for me i
I never saw its like before,
I no'or shall see its likeness more :

It seem'd, like me, to want a mate,
But was not half so desolate,
And it was come to love me when
None lived to love me so again,
And cheering from my dungeon's brink,
Had brought me back to feel and think.
I know not if it late were free,

Or hroke its cage to perch on mine,
But knuwing well captivity,

Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thixes !
Dr if it were, in winged guise,
A visitant from Paradise;
For-Heaven forgive that thought! the white
Which made me both to weep and smile
I sometimes deem'd that it might be
My brother's soul come down to me;
But then at last away it flow,
And then 'twas mortal--well I knew,
For he would never thus have flown,
And left me twice so doubly lone, -
Lone-as the corse within its shroud,
Lone-as a solitary cloud,

A single cloud on a sunny day,
While all the rest of heaven is clear,
A frown upon the atmosphere,
That hath no business to appear

When skies are blue, and earth is gay.

XI.
A kind of change came in my fato,
My keepers grew compassionate,
I know not what had made them eo,
They were inured to sights of woe,
But so it was :—my broken chain
With links unfasten'd did remain,
And it was liberty to stride
Along my cell from side to side,
And up and down, and then athwarting
And tread it over every part ;
And round the pillars one by one,
Returning where my walk begun,
Avoiding only, as I trod,
My brothers' graves without a sod;
For if I thought with heedless tread
My step profaned their lowly bed,
My breath came gaspingly and thick,
And my crush'd heart fell blind and sich

XII. I made a footing in the wail,

It was not therefrom to escape, For I had buried one and all,

Who loved me in a human shape ;

And the whole earth would henceforth be
A wider prison unto me :
No child-no sire–no kin had I,
No partner in my misery ;
I thought of this, and I was glad,
For thought of them had made me mad:
But I was curious to ascend
To my barr'd windows, and to bend
Once more, upon the mountains high
The quiet of a loving eye.

XIII.
I saw them-and they were the same,
They were not changed like me in framo :
I saw their thousand years of snow
On high-their wide long lake below,
And the blue Rhone in fullest flow;
I heard the torrents leap and gush
O'er channell’d rock and broken bush;
I saw the wbite-wall’d distant town,
And whiter sails go skimming down;
And then there was a little islo, *
Which in my very face did smile,

The only one in view ;
A small green isle, it seem'd no more,
Scarce broader than my dungeon floor,
But in it there were three tall trees,
And o'er it blew the mountain breeze,
And by it there were waters flowing,
And on it there were young flowers growing,

Of gentle breath and hue.
The fish swam by the castle wall,
And they seem'd joyous each and all ;
The eagle rode the rising blast,
Methought he never flew so fast
As then to me he seem'd to fly,
And then new tears came in my eye,
And I felt troubled--and would sain
I had not left my recent chain ;
And when I did descend again,
The darkness of my dim abodo
Fell on me as a heavy load ;
It was as is a new-dug grave,
Closing o'er one we sought to save,
And yet my glance, too much opprest,
Had almost need of such a rest.

XIV.

It might be months, or years, or days,

I kept no count-I took no note,
I had no hope my eyes to raise,

And clear them of their dreary moto; • Between the entrances of the Rhone and Villeneuve, not far from Chillon, is a very small island; the only one I could perceive, in my voyage round and over the lako within its circumference. It contains a few trees (I think not above three), and test ringleness and diminutive sise has a peculiar efect upon the view.-B.

At last men came to set me free,

I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where,
It was at length the same to me,
Fetter'd or fetterless to be,

I learn'd to love despair.
And thus when they appear'd at last,
And all my bonds aside were cast,
These heavy walls to me had grown
A hermitage and all my own!
And half i felt as they were come
"To tear me from a second home :
With spiders I had friendship made,
And watch'd them in their sullen trado ;
Had seen the mice by moonlight play,
And why should I feel less than they
We were all inmates of one place,
And I, the monarch of each race,
Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell !
In quiet we had learn'd to dwell-
My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are :—even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.

MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON.

R. B. SHERIDAN.

BPOKEN AT DRURY LANE THEATRE.

WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day
In summer's twilight weeps itself away,
Who hath not felt the softness of the hour
Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower ?
With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes
While Nature makes that melancholy pause,
Her breathing moment on the bridge where Timo
Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime,
Who hath not shared that calm so still and deep,
The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep,
A holy concord-and a bright regret,
A glorious sympathy with suns that set ?
"Tis not harsh sorrow-but a tenderer woe,
Nameless, but dear to gentle hearts below,
Felt without bitterness—but full and clear,
A sweet dejection-a transparent tear,
Unmix'd with worldly grief or selfish stain,
Shed without shame -and secret without pain,

Even as the tenderness that hour instils Whon summer's day declined along the bille,

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