But oh the cone aloft and clear Where Atlas in the heavens withdrawn To hemisphere and hemisphere Disparts the dark and dawn! O vaporous waves that roll and press! O pathway by the sunbeams ploughed We watched adown that glade of fire The scarlet, huge, and quivering sun Then ere our eyes the change could tell, Head-foremost on the main : A hundred leagues was seaward flown The gloom of Teyde's towering cone,— Full half the height of heaven's blue That monstrous shadow overflew. Then all is twilight; pile on pile The scattered flocks of cloudland close, An alabaster wall, erewhile Much redder than the rose !— Falls like a sleep on souls forspent O Nature's glory, Nature's youth! Or doth that Spirit, past our ken, O fear not thou, whate'er befall What kind of thing is Death; If souls evanished mix with thee, Illumined heaven, eternal sea. SIMMENTHAL Far off the old snows ever new The sunny meadows silent slept, In that thin air the birds are still, O Fate! a few enchanted hours Beneath the firs, among the flowers, High on the lawn we lay, Then turned again, contented well, While bright about us flamed and fell The rapture of the day. And softly with a guileless awe The embattled summits glow; She saw the glories melt in one, The round moon rise, while yet the sun Was rosy on the snow. Then like a newly-singing bird The child's soul in her bosom stirred; I know not what she sung : Because the soft wind caught her hair, I would her sweet soul ever may I love her; when her face I see, ROBERT BRIDGES Born 1844 ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEf for the death of hER Assemble, all ye maidens, at the door, The days of her betrothal over, Leaves the parental hearth for evermore; To-night the bride goes forth to meet her lover. Reach down the wedding vesture, that has lain Yet all unvisited, the silken gown: Bring out the bracelets, and the golden chain Her dearer friends provided: sere and brown Bring out the festal crown, And set it on her forehead lightly: |