SONG ON THE WATER. I. WILD with passion, sorrow-beladen, And On its home, on its heaven, the loved maiden; peace shall come at her eyes' control. Even so night's starry rest possesses With its gentle spirit these tamed waters, And bids the wave, with weedy tresses Embower the ocean's pavement stilly Where the sea-girls lie, the mermaid-daughters, Whose eyes, not born to weep, More palely-lidded sleep, Than in our fields the lily; And sighing in their rest More sweet than is its breath; And quiet as its death Upon a lady's breast. II. Heart high-beating, triumph-bewreathed, And borrow the blessings by them bequeathed Even so, throughout the midnight deep, And kisseth their limbs o'er: As from the waves our oar. PEARL-SEED. T. L. BEDDOES. SONGS are sung in my mind As pearls are formed in the sea, Each thought with thy name entwined Becomes a sweet song in me. Vague are those songs of mine, 12 GEORGE W. CURTIS. QUEEN MAB'S PALACE. If solitude hath ever led thy steps Seemed resting on the burnished wave, Hung o'er the sinking sphere: Thou must have marked the billowy clouds Edged with intolerable radiancy, Towering like rocks of jet Crowned with a diamond wreath. And yet there is a moment, When the sun's highest point Peeps like a star o'er ocean's western edge, When those far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea; Then has thy fancy soared above the earth, And furled its wearied wing Within the Fairy's fane. Yet not the golden islands Gleaming in yon flood of light, Nor the feathery curtains Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch, Paving that gorgeous dome, So fair, so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford. Yet likest evening's vault, that fairy hall! Its vast and azure dome, Its fertile golden islands Floating on a silver sea; Whilst suns their mingling beamings darted Looked o'er the immense of heaven. SHELLEY. NIGHT AND DEATH. THE storm-wind is howling The roused sea is lashing On, on through the darkness, A spectre, I pass Where, like moaning of broken hearts, Surges the grass! I see her lone headstone- |