I have no more to say, but linger still, ; My misery can scarce be more complete. pray for you. But the moments are past, And her fears are at rest, And her lover at last Holds her clasp'd to his breast; And the planet above, And the quiet blue sea, Are pledged to his love Her cheek is reclined On the home of his breast, O'er his arm, that is placed He looks on the stars Which are gemming the blue, And devoutly he swears He will ever be true; Then bends him to hear The low sound of her sigh, And kiss the fond tear From her beautiful eye. And he watches its flashes, Her reply, as it steals Till, won by the prayers She half murmurs her love; 'Mid the breathings of passion, THE DREAM OF ENDYMION. Brandreth. THE sun had just set o'er the green isle of Patmos; He slept-but it was not that undisturb'd slumber, Earth seem'd all deprived, as by magic, of motion,— Still, still he dream'd on-not a night breeze was playing In soft fairy whispers the laurels among; The sheep on the thyme banks no longer were strayingAll nature was hush'd, save the nightingale's song. 'Twas thus as he slumber'd, a bright cloud of glory "Long time, hapless shepherd! I've seen, and for ever "Yet still what I can I will give to thee (languish "Yes-friendship, which, free from love's selfish caresses, "Then fare thee well, shepherd! should Venus around thee Her Cyprian mantle endeavour to roll, Dispel the illusion! say Dian has bound thee With that which enchains-not the heart-but the soul!" And still on the verge of the moon-crested mountain, And many a Greek girl, as she weeps by its fountain, THE LOVER'S ADDRESS TO THE SPIRIT OF HIS MISTRESS. L. S. S.* THERE are bright, bright eyes that court my gaze, There are graceful forms that meet ine, There are gentle voices on mine ear, That pour sweet songs to greet me! But by that deep vow that made us one, No!-by the first chaste, hallowed kiss And O! by the last faint kiss, that urged In that dark hour, when thy sinless soul As though, ere for realms of cloudless joy, It paused, to weep o'er the lonely heart That it left to grief's dominion. Author of Lyrical Poems," "The Siege of Zaragoza," " Childe Harold's Pilgrimage," &c. |