NEGLECTED it is lying, THE SERE LEAF. Beneath the wind-shorn bough: From its low pillow now? One moon ago 'twas waving Upon its native tree: In dalliant mood, each wind then wooed Its beauty wantonly. The hum-bird nestled 'neath its shade, VOL. VII. Thus mused I, roving pensively along Of withered leaves a spacious carpet spread. Of melancholy dreams, a shadowy brood Winged through my brain their dismal flights so dread, II. I listened to the moaning blast, and thought I heard the echo-tones of years forgot, Which tell us how delusive are earth's toys. I dreamed of blighted hopes, departed joys Of young hearts broken-of proud spirits chill'd— Of worldly bliss, which ever fleets or cloys. My mind with countless visions wild was filled, III. This sickening flow of thought at length was check'd, As a real shape appeared before my eyes: A form, with every gem of beauty deck'd, Which, though bedimm'd, still shone through Sorrow's guise. 22 'His vows were oft repeated My sky was bright-my heart was light-Till tyrant Death, with siroc breath, But ah! the fickle wiles Should call him hence away. Of veering Chance! Those hours of bliss He plead with warmth, with look sincere, But add the deeper pang to this. "They told me of my beauty: I dream'd it ne'er would fail. I heard full oft the cadence soft Of love's beguiling tale, Nor e'en restrain'd th' unmanly tear. "I need not say I trusted I could not check th' emotion. He faithless proved to her who loved And though I frowned on none, 'twas still Now nought is left to me, but grief: IV. 'My days are in the yellow leaf." " Sad was the maiden's tale:-I felt 'twas so: Then all the loathsome weight together press'd, V. Yet still again Fate bade the spell to break: For scarce had I relapsed to revery, (For oh! in truth a matchless luxury Is melancholy in its purity!) When I was startled by th' unlooked for sight Of one, whose mien was proud, whose bearing high; Seem'd neath his darkling brow, like day o'erhung by night. VI. The wasting demon, Care, had deeply graved And withering blast of Woe; and if some flower Of keen Remorse then oped afresh the sore, VII. Yet was that deep-set eye's fierce glare unquench'd ; Yet was that sunken cheek by fear unblench'd, And that firm tread bespoke a chainless will. And caused strange fantasies my mind to fill, As, gazing 'round, from his deep trance he woke, "The race of fierce ambition Long have I fearless run; With eager grasp essayed to clasp The glory rarely won. "Next the rough waves of faction I buffeted with zeal, Still hoping on that soon would dawn The day, when, at my will, Naught stayed my reckless, headlong course The proudest heart should humbly cower, As on I rushed with frantic force. "I caught at Fame's bright bubble, Its dazzling tints expending, "First, when the trumpet sounded The stirring note of war, I mock'd all hazard, while I strove And servile subjects own my power. "Yet still the precious jewel Was not to me afforded; Oft would some prospect cheering My thirst could satisfy. VIII. Impatient and insatiate Lust of Fame! For rest thou pantest, yet would restless be! Longing to pass to immortality, At every step th' entangling mesh thou 'lt see! The tower which thou would'st build may upward rise, Until its summit shall appear to thee One step from Heaven-but, view'd with clearer eyes— Where smiles and tears, where hopes and I know no joy! all, all is woe! fears, Their varying shadows threw. But it is past-their fitful tide Has ceased, for ever ceased, to glide. Oh! when shall I be free! My days are in the yellow leaf.'” XI. He said, and stoop'd to touch the faded thing: As if 'twould heaven's pealing ordnance mock. Some yield, all shattered, to the tempest's might, The leaf, far, far beyond all human sight, XII. What means that smile serene that gathers now Upon the aged face of him who prayed For Death's rough rescue? And that furrowed brow, Why now divested of its gloomy shade? Toward that same spot, where last that leaf updriven Was seen to float, that straining eye is stayed. A life-a vigor to that frame is given Well may the old man smile, for now he dreams of Heaven! "Avaunt! all worldly sorrows! I now can scorn ye all! What are ye worth, ye joys of earth, Which must, like flowers, fall? Soon may that world by me be trod, Which is unfading, like my God. "Be thou, poor lifeless leaflet, My harbinger to bliss! I'll follow thee, and soon shall see My home-my happiness. "Ho! ye who now are pining Beneath Affliction's dart: A lover's faithless heart; "Come ye! and learn the lesson Taught by the faded leaf: Above there is relief. Though on life's waves we 're roughly Yet all is bright and calm in Heaven." |