Then I

pass from the shadow, made bold by my love, And hold her sweet lips to my mouth in a kiss;

And there in the garden, in silent delight,

Breast to breast we hang speechless; nor mark where above

The vigilant stars are aware of all this,

Yet are gracious, and mar not the bliss of that

night.

AN ELEGY OF THE SUMMER TIME.

ALAS, alas! that thou shouldst fade!

That all thy happy beauty lies,

(Now Death's swift call hath been obey'd) 'Neath summer skies!

That 'tis in vain one lovely glade

In summer's deepest leafage lies,
Where thou, so oft, hast happy play'd,
With laughing eyes!

For nevermore shall come to me

Thy laugh, dear child, upon the wind:

Thy hope and fear alike to me

Are left behind :

No more thou'lt greet, and rear, and tend, The dumb companions of thy mirth; Oh! would that thou couldst to them lend Quick flight from earth!

They do but tell me of my loss,
As if they added new to new,
Fresh pangs to anguish, cross to cross,
With aim too true!

In vain for thee the noonday sun
Makes cool and fresh thy arbour rare :
No more in glee thou'lt leap and run,
A child of air!

Bare Winter never found thee here;

And where thou wast, ah! who can tell? Silent and sad, as leaf all sere,

Within thy cell.

But when the swallows came, outflew
A summer child, a lightsome form,
What time late April odours blew,

And past the storm.

This eve is thine, and for thee made!

O what spring-swallow, swift and gay, Will bring thee to me, ne'er to fade, Thou sunny fay?

Thou'lt ne'er return !-and my great loss Must aye be borne in thought of thee, Until I come myself to cross

Death's dreary sea.

DROWNED IN DART.

REQUIESCAT! let her lie

Where the river bubbles by;
Where, in endless prophesying
Of the bliss she shall inherit,
Never thought of death or dying
Can disturb her sleeping spirit.
Requiescat! Let her lie,

In embalming sanctity,

Where the bubbles tremble by.

Resurgetque! she shall rise,

Light revisit those cold eyes;

Waves dissever, not for ever,

Her sweet spirit and our love; We shall meet, to part, ah! never, In the paradise above.

Resurgemus! we shall rise !
Though now ashy-pale she lies,
Life shall visit those cold eyes!