ON STARTLING SOME PIGEONS. HUNDRED wings are dropt as soft as one, Now ye are lighted! Pleasing to my sight The fearful circle of your wondering flight, Rapid and loud, and drawing homeward soon; And then, the sober chiding of your tone, As there ye sit, from your own roofs arraigning My trespass on your haunts, so boldly done, Sounds like a solemn and a just complaining: O happy, happy race! for though there clings A feeble fear about your timid clan, Yet are ye blest! with not a thought that brings Disquietude, while proud and sorrowing man, An eagle, weary of his mighty wings, With anxious inquest fills his mortal span ! TIME AND TWILIGHT. N the dark twilight of an autumn morn, I stood within a little country-town, Wherefrom a long acquainted path went down To the dear village haunts where I was born; The low of oxen on the rainy wind, Death and the Past, came up the well-known road, T was her first sweet child, her heart's delight: She could not dream her little child would die : A SUMMER TWILIGHT. T is a Summer's gloaming, balmy-sweet, Fraught with the fairest light of middle June ; The lonely garden echoes to my feet, And hark! O hear I not the gentle dews, Fretting the silent forest in his sleep? And, noiseless as the snow-flake, leaves his lair; THE QUIET TIDE NEAR ARDROSSAN. IN to the beach the quiet waters crept : But, though I stood not far within the land, No tidal murmur reached me from the strand. The mirrored clouds beneath old Arran slept. I looked again across the watery waste: The shores were full, the tide was near its height, Though scarcely heard: the reefs were drowning fast, And an imperial whisper told the might Of the outer floods, that press'd into the bay, In the rough billows, and the foam-ball's flight : I love the shore upon a stormy day; But yet more stately were the power and ease That with a whisper deepen'd all the seas. |