II. She died and never to my eye did death What Heaven regards and owns; and 'tis the seal of It was, that she whom we had loved so well; Had fled that earth, where we were doomed to dwell, Like lightning flashing through the gloom of night, Leaving intenser darkness; leaving fear, Bewildering thoughts, confusedness of sight, And all that sinks the heart-that bids it tremble here! IV. But she hath passed-her sorrows are no more! And even our hopes, demonstrating our fears, The troubled world of waters, she nor hears Nor heeds the wind-swoln wave-her sorrows areno more. V. And Death's calm sleep, she sleepeth!-Wild flowers grow Lavishly on the sod; flourishing there Reckless and pitiless of what below spare Moves silently to dust. The summer air Wafts many a gentle breath-the storm will Her quiet grave; 'tis sheltered, and secure : But what avails it? Bootless all that care; Will the dust give ye thank?-the sacrifice is poor! VI. Follow her footsteps; be ye pious, meek- Unmurmuringly her ills!-Whoe'er thou art Away, and do the like-her sorrows are no more! November, 1820. STANZAS TO MARIA. AVE MARIA!-Many a form Of beauty, lingers on my mind; Like flowers that scattered by the storm Yet leave their fragrance long breath behind. Bewildering eyes, and rose-wreathed cheeks, And crisped locks of luring gleam, The memory of the past bespeaks— And dear, though faint, the shadowy dream! Ave Maria!-Far above All other that my soul hath tried, Thou passest with the glow of Love O'er life's bedimmed and troublous tide: For there's a melting radiance sent Forth from thine eye's enthroned might; Whose pure etherial element Sparkles with intellectual light. 'Tis there alone that Love abides Bathed by fresh streams of limpid dew; 'Tis there on twin-born waves he rides, Where feeling, star-like, flashes through; Buoyant, he flings the red rose-leaf, Thy blushing cheek and lip upon, And gayly laughs-that urchin-chief!To mark the lily's whiteness gone. Ave Maria!-Is it so? And canst thou love-and wilt thou share The heart, that would not pleasure know While thine was touched with mortal care? I may not bring thee costly gems, Nor with tiaras bind thy browBut Love will spurn at diadems, To win the life-unshaken vow! Nor would I break my faith to thee, Though for a throne-and wilt thou then, Cast heedless from thy memory The love, that seeks but love again? Thou may'st in sooth-thou may'st despise!But no, I'll not so poorly deem; The living light of those sweet eyes Beamed never with a scornful beam! Yet if thou couldst not give thy heart Ere link my proffered hand with thine! Than to thy beauty—if to find Thou'dst breathed to Heaven a perjured breath, And traced thy vows upon the wind. Thou too would'st die, ere thus to be A hollow, smiling mockery, Most gorgeous, when most desolate. I know thou would'st-then love me, sweet! I care not for a fairer form A fitter sway I will not seek; And burn with less diminished flame! |