In your warm and soothing fingers Chilly hands were purely pressed, And I felt, in such compassion, Wretchedness itself were blessed. “Long I gazed on you in silence, "Vainly, until now, my fancy Intervened to vex mine eye, "But, to-night, my pen had wandered Suddenly of you I pondered Ah! some angel present then Breathed on me an inspiration, Guided my unwitting pen. EARLY MORN. "There you were! the half-shut eyelids, There the glance that ne'er was cast Here he dropped his pen in wonder, She, the loved one, died that night, EARLY MORN. PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. I Now, an early riser, love to hail The dreamy struggles of the stars with light, And life of light within the tent of Heaven; To kiss the feet of Morning as she walks 81 THE FALL OF NIAGARA. JOHN G. C. BRAINARD. "Labitur et labetur." THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him "The sound of many waters"; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His cent'ries in the eternal rocks. Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we, In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? FATIMA AND RADUAN. From the Spanish. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. "Diamante falso y fingido, "FALSE diamond set in flint! the caverns of the mine Are warmer than the breast that holds that faithless heart of thine; Thou art fickle as the sea, thou art wandering as the wind, And the restless ever-mounting flame is not more hard to bind. If the tears I shed were tongues, yet all too few would be To tell of all the treachery that thou hast shown to me. Oh! I could chide thee sharply-but every maiden knows That she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes. "Thou hast called me oft the flower of all Grenada's maids, Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades; And they thought thy heart was mine, and it seemed to every one That what thou didst to win my love, from love of me was done. Alas! if they but knew thee, as mine it is to know, They well might see another mark to which thine arrows go; But thou giv'st me little heed-for I speak to one who knows That she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes. "It wearies me, mine enemy, that I must weep and bear What fills thy heart with triumph, and fills my own with care. Thou art leagued with those that hate me, and ah! thou know'st I feel That cruel words as surely kill as sharpest blades of steel. 'Twas the doubt that thou wert false that wrung my heart with pain; But now I know thy perfidy, I shall be well again. I would proclaim thee as thou art—but every maiden knows That she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes." Thus Fatima complained to the valiant Raduan, He took her white hand in his own, and pleaded thus his cause: "Oh, lady, dry those star-like eyes—their dimness does me If my wrong; heart be made of flint, at least 't will keep thy image long; Thou hast uttered cruel words-but I grieve the less for those, Since she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes." |