ANNA MARIA LOWELL. IN ABSENCE. THESE rugged wintry days I scarce could bear, Thou wouldst return, bursting on this still air, Like those same winds, when, startled from their lair, They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks From icy cares, even as thy clear looks Bid my heart bloom and sing and break all care: MRS. ELIZABETH JESUP EAMES. NIGHT-SCENES. I. TWILIGHT. THE holiest hour of earth, methinks, is thine, Over life's toil-worn travellers doth fall. God's presence blest it in the cedar shade, When the leaves thrilled with joy, though man, afraid, Shrank from his voice, and fled the Guest divine! That peerless Paradise is lost, but still, O Father! let this hour be free from touch of ill. II. THE MOON. IN her serene and solemn loveliness She looketh down, and meets a human gaze : All the dark depths of my lone heart, beating Shines seraph-like, all sanctified and sainted. But for that spiritual presence, O how oft my heart had fainted! III. THERE is a star THE STAR. Eve's fairest and her first That with unaltered beauty ever shineth : What visions of the heart its light once nursed! Ah! Hope's fair hand no more her rose-wreath twineth! Beneath thy silvery rays, O peerless Star, The beautiful floats dimly and afar. The fair ideal wrought of the poet's dreaming O Angel of my youth! return once more, And 'neath this star, which is to me a shrine, The enchanted lamp of poesy restore, And fill my lone heart with its light divine! IV. A CLOUD. ر YON delicate cloud of faintest violet, ป Floating in peerless beauty 'long the sky, Heeds not the eternal stars around it set, But silent as a dream goes gliding by. O wand'ring cloud! fair child of dream and vision! Radiant illusion, shining vapor! thou Art like our ideal pictures of Elysium, Too bright and brief, as from thy beauteous brow The changeful glories pass! As thou to heaven, Was Hope, the angel, to my future given. Her wing is folded now! not long she wore The dew of morning on her pearly plume, Cloud-like she passed away; - O, nevermore Will Hope return to gild life's grief and gloom! |