A DREAM.

IN visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star?

"THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR."

THE happiest day the happiest hour
My seared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,

I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween ;
But they have vanish'd long, alas !
The visions of my youth have been
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit !

The happiest day -the happiest hour

Mine eyes shall see

have ever seen,

• The brightest glance of pride and power,

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd, with the pain

Even then I felt

that brightest hour

I would not live again :

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And as it flutter'd - fell

An essence powerful to destroy

A soul that knew it well.

THE LAKE: TO

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-

Then - ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet the terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight

A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define
Nor Love

although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave

For him who thence could solace bring

To his lone imagining —

Whose solitary soul could make

An Eden of that dim lake.

SONNETTO SCIENCE.

SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art !
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,

Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

AL AARAAF.1

PART I.

O! NOTHING earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,
As in those gardens where the day
Springs from the gems of Circassy
O! nothing earthly save the thrill
Of melody in woodland rill-

Or (music of the passion-hearted)
Joy's voice so peacefully departed
That like the murmur in the shell,
Its echo dwelleth and will dwell-
Oh, nothing of the dross of ours
Yet all the beauty all the flowers

That list our Love, and deck our bowers.
Adorn yon world afar, afar-

The wandering star.

L

'T was a sweet time for Nesace for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns—a temporary rest
An oasis in desert of the blest.

Away away- 'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soul---

1 A star was discovered by Tycho Brahe which appeared sud-
attained, in a few days, a brilliancy surpass-

denly in the heavens

ing that of Jupiter · then as suddenly disappeared, and has never

been seen since.