66 OH, FAIREST OF THE RURAL MAIDS." OH, fairest of the rural maids! Thy birth was in the forest shades ; Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, Were all that met thine infant eye. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks; Thy step is as the wind, that weaves Its playful way among the leaves. Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook. The forest depths, by foot unpressed, Are not more sinless than thy breast; The holy peace, that fills the air Of those calm solitudes, is there. “I BROKE THE SPELL THAT HELD ME LONG." I BROKE the spell that held me long, Shall waste my prime of years no more, I broke the spell-nor deemed its power Ah, thoughtless! how could I forget Its causes were around me yet? For wheresoe'er I looked, the while, Still came and lingered on my sight Of flowers and streams the bloom and light, And glory of the stars and sun;— And these and poetry are one. They, ere the world had held me long, JUNE. I GAZED upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round; And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, "Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, |