TO ONE IN PARADISE. THOU wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on !"-but o'er the Past (Dim gulf !) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er ! "No more-no more-no more (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. THE VALLEY OF UNREST. Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye- And weep above a nameless grave! They wave-from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems. THE CITY IN THE SEA. Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town ; |