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Our own, surviving Love endears ;
The eye the same, except in tearsHow welcome those untrodden spheres !
How sweet this very hour to die ! To soar from earth and find all fears
Lost in thy light-Eternity !It must be so : 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o’erleap the gulf,
Yet cling to Being's severing link.
To hold each heart the heart that shares,
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch ! as her step disturb'd the dead ! Away! we know that tears are vain,
That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ?
Or make one mourner weep the less ?
And thou—who tell'st me to forget,
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again ; If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain : But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst ; For it hath been by sorrow nurst,
And ached in sleepless silence long;
Came o'er that eye of blue;
A violet dropping dew :
Beside thee ceased to shine;
That fill'd that glance of thine.
A deep and mellow dye,
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart ;
Ah, whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die it cannot stay,
But leaves its darkened dust behind. Then, unembodied, doth it trace
By steps each planet's heavenly way? Or fill at once the realms of space,
A thing of eyes, that all survey ? Eternal, boundless, undecayed,
A thought unseen, but seeing allAll, all in earth, or skies display'd,
Shall it survey, shall it recall :
So darkly of departed years,
And all that was, at once appears.
Its eye shall roll through chaos back; And where the furthest heaven had birth,
The spirit trace its rising track. And where the future mars or makes,
Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
Fix'd in its own eternity.
It lives all passionless and pure :
Its years as moments shall endure.
Away, away, without a wing,
O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly;
Forgetting what it was to die.
Sun of the sleepless ! melancholy star!
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew
still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride:
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
White as a white sail on a dusky sea,
A VICE-HUSBAND. 'Tis said that their last parting was pathetic,
As partings often are, or ought to be, And their presentiment was quite prophetic
That they should never more each other see, (A sort of morbid feeling, half poetic,
Which I have known occur in two or three,)
And thought of wearing weeds, as well she might;