"By you-by yours, the evil eye,-by yours, the slanderous tongue "That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?" Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong! The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes The life still there, upon her hair-the death upon her eyes. "Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, "But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days! "Let no bell toll!-lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, "Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth. "To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven "From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven "From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven. 1 HYMN. At morn--at noon-at twilight dim- With sweet hopes of thee and thine! A VALENTINE. For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Loda. Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines! - they hold a treasure Divine-a talisman-an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure The words the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor! And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a saber, If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lies perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets-as the name is a poet's, too. Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto-Mendez Ferdinando Still form a synonym for Truth.-Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. [To translate the address, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. The name will thus appear.] THE COLISEUM. Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory! Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld! I feel ye now-I feel ye in your strength- O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle! Here, where on golden throne the monarch lolled, Glides, specter-like, unto his marble home, But stay! these walls-these ivy-clad arcadesThese moldering plinths-these sad and blackened shafts These vague entablatures-this crumbling frieze These shattered cornices — this wreck—this ruin These stones-alas! these gray stones-are they all All of the famed, and the colossal left "Not all"-the Echoes answer me-"not all! "We rule the hearts of mightiest men-we rule "With a despotic sway all giant minds. "We are not impotent-we pallid stones. "Not all our power is gone-not all our fame"Not all the magic of our high renown"Not all the wonder that encircles us"Not all the mysteries that in us lie"Not all the memories that hang upon "And cling around about us as a garment, "Clothing us in a robe of more than glory." TO HELEN. I saw thee once-once only-years ago: A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through 、 heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence, |