Can vie with the modest Eulalie's

Most unregarded curl

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's

Most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt-now Pain

Come never again,

For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all day long

Shines bright and strong,

Astarté within the sky,

While ever to her dear Eulalie

Upturns her matron eye—

While ever to her young Eulalie

Upturns her violet eye.

ELDORADO.

GAILY bedight,

A gallant knight,

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old

This knight so bold

And o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like Eldorado.

ISRAFEL.*

IN Heaven a spirit doth dwell

"Whose heart-strings are a lute;"

None sing so wildly well

As the angel Israfel,

And the giddy stars (so legends tell)

Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell

Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above

In her highest noon,

The enamoured moon

Blushes with love,

* And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God's creatures.-KORAN.

While, to listen, the red levin

(With the rapid Pleiads, even,

Which were seven,)

Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire

Is owing to that lyre

By which he sits and sings—

The trembling living wire

Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,

Where deep thoughts are a duty

Where Love's a grown up God

Where the Houri glances are

Imbued with all the beauty

Which we worship in a star.