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Even as I gaze upon my memory's track,
Bright as that coil of light along the deep,
Where two are gazing from yon tide-swept steep: A sanguine strippling, just toward manhood flushing; A girl scarce yet in ripened beauty blushing.
The hour is his! and while his hopes are soaring
Doubts he that lady will become his bride? Can she resist that gush of wild adoring
Fresh from a heart full volumed as the tide ? Tremulous yet various is that glorious daughter Of loveliness, as is the star-paved water.
But now, bright Peri of the skies, descending
Thy pearly car hangs o'er yon mountain's crest,
As if to hide thy envied place of rest,
Farewell! Though tears on every leaf are starting,
While through the shadowy boughs thy glances quiver, As of the good when heavenward hence departing,
Shines thy last smile upon the placid river. So-could I fling o'er glory's tide one rayWould I too steal from this dark world away.
TO THE HUMA.
A bird peculiar to the East. It is supposed to fly constantly in the air and nev
er touch the ground.)
Fly on: nor touch thy wing, bright bird,
Too near our shaded earth,
May lose its note of mirth.
In the home of care-worn things;"
And thy brightly burnished wings, To dip them where the waters glide That flow from a troubled earthly tide.
The fields of upper air are thine,
Thy place where stars shine free:
Above life's stormy sea.
So near this place again,
With wing and spirit once light and free
They should wear no more the chain
There are many things like thee, bright bird,
Hopes as thy plumage gay;
But still in air they stay.
Is ever hovering o'er,
On a waveless peaceful shore,