III. Yes! thou art lovelier now than ever; Far in the deep blue west away; When o'er the brink the tide is driven, In thunder fell from heaven. IV. Were I but there, the daylight fled, With that smooth air, the stream, the sky, And lying on that minstrel bed Of nature's own embroidery With those long tearful willows o'er me, That weeping fount, that solemn light, With scenes of sighing tales before me, Of that true maid, whose fate can yet Draw rainy tears from stubborn eyes; From lids that ne'er before were wet. She lies not here, but that green grave Than those of heaven have fallen there. * * * * * ΤΟ WHEN that eye of light shall in darkness fall, And thy bosom be shrouded in death's cold pall, When the bloom of that rich red lip shall fade, And thy head on its pillow of dust be laid; Oh! then thy spirit shall see how true Then we'll tell, as we tread yon azure sphere, LINES. DAY gradual fades, in evening gray, So o'er the loves and joys of youth Spreads o'er the heavens the shadowy night Are lost in passion's storm. So fades the sunshine of the breast, So friendship's fervours sink to rest, TO EVA. A BEAM upon the myrtle fell From dewy evening's purest sky, 'Twas like the glance I love so well, Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye. I looked around the summer grove, Eva! behold thine image there, As fair, as false thy glances fall; But who the worthless smile would share That sheds its light alike on all. L |