LANDON'S POEMS. For frost had done one half life's part, And kept them from decay: Those they loved had mouldered, but these Peace to the souls of the graveless dead' But fearful and wondrous are thy works, REVENGE. Av, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while; And walk for her the gifted line, Tis well: I am revenged at last,- The eye averted as you passed, Ay, now by all the bitter tears, That I have shed for thee,— 443 The racking doubts, the burning fears,― Avenged they well may be— By the nights passed in sleepless care, All that you taught my heart to bear, I would not wish to see you laid I should forget how you betrayed, But this is fitting punishment- Go thou and watch her lightest sigh, And back beneath her sunny eye,- "Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel, Far better hadst thou proved; Even I could almost pity feel, THE NAMELESS GRAVE. A NAMELESS grave,-there is no stone O'er it the willow droops alone, "O, there is naught to interest here, "I will not pause beside a tomb "No glorious memory to efface Ah, these are thoughts that well may rise On youth's ambitious pride; But I will sit and moralize This lowly stone beside. Here thousands might have slept, whose name Had been to thee a spell, To light thy flashing eyes with flame, To bid thy young heart swell. Here might have been a warrior's rest, That laurel must have had its blood, That blood have caused its tear, Look on the lovely solitude What! wish for warfare here! A poet might have slept,-what! he Its life-pulse into melody, Then o'er it pines and breaks ?— He who hath sung of passionate love, O! not the nightingale, the dove See, I have named your favorite two,Each had been glad to crave Rest 'neath this turf's unbroken dew, And such a nameless grave. CAN YOU FORGET ME? CAN you forget me?-I who have so cherished Can you forget them? Can you forget me? I am not relying Upon the very breath that gave it birth. But I remember hours of quiet gladness, When, if the heart had truth, it spoke it then, When thoughts would sometimes take a tone of sadness, And then unconsciously grow glad again. Can you forget them? Can you forget me? My whole soul was blended; Flung sudden gleams around the quiet room, |