But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

Responds, as if with unseen wings,

A breath from heaven had touched its strings ;

And whispers, in its song,

"Where hast thou stayed so long?"

A YOUTH, light-hearted and content,
I wander through the world;
Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent
And straight again is furled.

Yet oft I dream, that once a wife
Close in my heart was locked,
And in the sweet repose of life
A blessed child I rocked.

I wake! Away that dream,-away!
Too long did it remain !

So long, that both by night and day
It ever comes again.

The end lies ever in my thought;

To a grave so cold and deep
The mother beautiful was brought;
Then dropt the child asleep.

But now the dream is wholly oer.

I bathe mine eyes and see;

And wonder through the world once more, A youth so light and free.

Two locks, and they are wondrous fair,—
Left me that vision mild;

The brown is from the mother's hair,
The blond is from the child.

And when I see that lock of gold,

Pale grows the evening-red; And when the dark lock I behold. I wish that I were dead.

No hay pajaros en los nidos de antaño
Spanish Proverb.

THE Sun is bright,—the air is clear;
The darting swallows soar and sing,
And from the stately elms I hear
The blue-bird prophesying Spring.

So blue yon winding river flows,
It seems an outlet from the sky,
Where waiting till the west wind blows.
The freighted clouds at anchor lie.

All things are new;-the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest beneath the eaves;There are no birds in last year's nest!

All things rejoice in youth and love,

The fulness of their first delight! And learn from the soft heavens above The melting tenderness of night.

Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme,
Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay;
Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime,
For O it is not always May !

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,

To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!