BYRON'S DREAM.

"THE DREAM" of Byron, is, without doubt, the finest production of the poet's pen; and, for the reason that every line was a transcript from his heart, and not from his imagination. The pictures are not idealisms, but real descriptions. The poet, who possesses in a high degree the power of transfusing his spirit, if we may so speak, into the actors of his story, and therefore of feeling in a life not his own, can write with power, and move the human heart at will; but his true power only appears when he writes of what he has himself felt in his own real life. The beauty and strength of the poem here alluded to, lie in this fact. The youth in "The Dream" was Byron, the maiden Mary Ann Chaworth. The poet had loved her as a boy of fifteen, wildly, but she did not return his passion.

"He had no breath, nor being, but in hers;
She was his voice; he did not speak to her,
But trembled at her words; she was his sight,
For his eye follow'd her, and saw with hers,
Which colored all his objects:-he had ceased
To live within himself; she was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all: upon a tone,

A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow
And his cheek change tempestuously—his heart
Unknowing of its cause of agony.

But she in these fond feelings had no share :
Her sighs were not for him; to her he was
Even as a brother—but no more."