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Basking in heav'n's serenest light ;
Languidly their leaf-crown'd heads,
Warns them to their silken beds ;-
Bathing their beauties in the lake,
When their beloved Sun's awake;
Amid whose fairy loneliness
Upon a column, motionless
The sun went down on many a brow,
Which, full of bloom and freshness then,
And ne'er will feel that sun again!
Woe to the half-dead wretch, who meets
Amid the darkness of the streets !
“ Poor race of Men!” said the pitying Spirit,
“Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall“ Some flow'ret: of Eden ye still inherit,
" But the trair of the Serpent is over them all!"
One who in life, where'er he mov'd,
Drew after him the hearts of many;
Dies here, unseen, unwept by any!
The fire that in his bosom lies,
Which shines so cool before his eyes.
To speak the last, the parting word,
Is still like distant music heard. That tender farewell on the shore Of this rude world, when all is o'er, Which cheers the spirit, ere its bark Puts off into the unknown Dark.
Deserted youth ! one thought alone
Shed joy around his soul in death
Was safe from this foul midnight's breath;
But see,-who yonder comes by stealth,
This melancholy bower to seek, Like a voung envoy, sent by Health,
With rosy gifts upon her cheek? "Tis shefar off, through moonlight dim,
He knew his own betrothed bride,
She, who would rather die with him,
His livid cheek to hers she presses,
In the cool lake her loosen'd tresses. Ah! once, how little did he think An hour would come, when he should shrink With horror from that dear embrace,
Those gentle arms, that were to him Holy as is the cradling place
Of Eden's infant cherubim ! And now he yields—now turns away, Shuddering as if the venom lay All in those proffer'd lips aloneThose lips that, then so fearless grown, Never until that instant came Near him unask'd or without shame. “ Oh! let me only breathe the air, “ The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, “ And, whether on its wings it bear
“ Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me! « There,-drink my tears, while yet they fall,
« Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all,
« To give thy brow one minute's calm. « Nay, turn not from me that dear face
"Am I not thine-thy own lor'd bride“ The one, the chosen one, whose place
“In life or death is by thy side ! " Think'st thou that she, whose only light,
“ In this dim world, from thee hath shone, « Could bear the long, the cheerless night,
" That must be hers, when thou art gone? " That I can live, and let thee go, " Who art my life itself ?-No, no" When the stem dies, the leaf that grew « Out of its heart must perish too ! “ Then turn to me, my own love, turn, - Before like thee I fade and burn; “ Cling to these yet cool lips, and share “ The last pure life that lingers there!" She fails she sinks—as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes ! One struggle--and his pain is past
Her lover is no longer living !
One kiss the maiden gives, one last,
Long kiss, which she expires in giving !
“ Sleep,” said the Peri, as softly she stole
Thus saying, from her lips she spread
Unearthly breathings through the place,
Such lustre o'er each paly face,
Upon the eve of dooms-day taken
While that benevolent Peri beam'd
Watch o'er them, till their souls would waken!
But morn is blushing in the sky;
Again the Peri soars above,
Of pure, self-sacrificing love.
The Elysian palm she soon shall win,
Smil'd as she gave that offering in; And she already hears the trees
Of Eden, with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial breeze
That from the Throne of ALLA swells; And she can see the starry bowls
That lie around that lucid lake, Upon whose banks admitted Souls
Their first sweet draught of glory take !
But ah! e'en Peri's hopes are vain
“ But, Peri, see the crystal bar
Now, upon SYRIA's land of roses
And whitens with eternal sleet,
Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
To one, who look'd from upper air
Banquetting through the flowery vales ;
And woods, so full of nightingales !
But nought can charm the luckless PBRI;
Flinging their shadows from on high,
Has rais'd to count his ages by!