The melodies of birds and bees, The murmuring of summer seas, And pattering rain, and breathing dew, For one THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT "SLEEP, sleep on! forget thy pain; My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain; My pity on thy heart, poor friend; And from my fingers flow Former readingur. The powers of life, and like a sign, Seal thee from thine hour of woe; And brood on thee, but may not blend "Sleep, sleep on! I love thee not; As full of flowers, as thine of weeds, "Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of The dead and the unborn Forget thy life and love; Forget that thou must wake for ever; Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. "Like a cloud big with a May shower, My soul weeps healing rain On thee, thou withered flower; It breathes mute music on thy sleep; Its light within thy gloomy breast "The spell is done. How feel you now?" "Better-quite well," replied The sleeper, "What would do What cure your head and side?"- A SONG. A WIDOW bird sat mourning for her love The frozen wind crept on above, There was no leaf upon the forest hare, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. FRAGMENTS OF AN UNFINISHED DRAMA, THE following fragments are part of a Drama, undertaken for the amusement of the individuals who composed our intimate society, but left unfinished. I have preserved a sketch of the story as far as it had been shadowed in the poet's mind. An Enchantress, living in one of the islands of the Indian Archipelago, saves the life of a Pirate, a man of savage but noble nature. She becomes enamoured of him; and he, inconstant to his mortal love, for a while returns her passion; but at length, recalling the memory of her whom he left, and who laments his loss, he escapes from the enchanted island and returns to his lady. His mode of life makes him again go to sea, and the Enchantress seizes the opportunity to bring him, by a spirit-brewed tempest, back to her island. Scene before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress. ENCHANTRESS. HE came like a dream in the dawn of life, He is gone, and my peace is turned to strife, And for my sake Make answer the while my heart shall break! But my heart has a music which Echo's lips, Though tender and true, yet can answer not, And the shadow that moves in the soul's eclipse Can return not the kiss by his now forgot; On my desolate path Cast the darkness of absence, worse than death! The Enchantress makes her spell : she is answered by a Spirit. SPIRIT. Within the silent centre of the earth My mansion is; where I have lived insphered In the dark space of interstellar air. A good Spirit, who watches over the Pirate's fate, leads, in a mysterious manner, the lady of his love to the Enchanted sle. She is accompanied by a youth, who loves her, but whose passion she returns only with a sisterly affection. The ensuing scene takes place between them on their arrival at the Isle. INDIAN YOUTH AND LADY. INDIAN. And if my grief should still be dearer to me |