CCXCVI STANZAS GENTLE mourner, fondly dreaming Fond enthusiast, wildly gazing From the towers of childhood's home, On the visioned beacon's blazing Bright o'er ocean's sun-flushed foam ; Hope's false mirage hides the morrow, Give not thy young life to sorrow, Trust not joys that bloom to die. Fiercest throbs the pulse of gladness, Sweetest spring from thoughts of sadness Here, of mirth and anguish blended, In the painless endless joy. H. N. OXENHAM. CCXCVII DEPARTED JOYS AMONGST the thunder-splintered caves, The spray descends in silver showers, The moonlight dreams upon the sail That drives the restless ship to sea; The clouds troop past the mountain vale, And sink like spirits down the lee; Why comes thy voice, thou lonely One, Have not our hours of meeting gone, Like fading dreams on phantom wings? Are not the grasses round thy grave Yet springing green and fresh to view? And does the gleam on Ocean's wave Tide gladness now to me and you? H. C. KENDALL. CCXCVIII AN EPITAPH THE pledge we wore I wear it still, Well has thou left, in silent gloom, I would not wish thee here again. CCXCIX ANON. THE MARRIAGE RING THE ring so worn, as you behold, G. CRABBE. CCC THE FUNERAL FEAST OH think not that with garlands crown'd Or blushing roses scatter round, To mock the paleness of the dead. What though we drain the fragrant bowl Feign'd is the pleasure that appears, We only mourn; o'er flowery plains R. BLAND. CCCI A DIRGE NAIAD, hid beneath the bank, Where unmarried Echo died, Unto thy serene repose Waft the stricken Anterôs. Where the tranquil swan is borne, Where the sprays of fresh pink thorn Where the earliest orchid grows, Bury thou fair Anterôs. Glide we by, with prow and oar: On a flickering wave we gaze, Not upon his answering eyes: |