XIX. THE NIGHT-WALK.-TO MY SISTERS. 1. Where wealth with lavish hand had made the spot All that pure taste could wish it:-When the light While Echo watched o'er Silence in the grot Suspended held a jewel at their tips, That glittered into light, where the moon's dawn XX. 2. We talked of home, and all who loved us there; Gives fragrance and soft beauty to the flowers, That hour with you, dear girls, shall often wean My thoughts from out this city's ceaseless din. XXI. THE FAREWELL. We part to-day-the hour is drawing near The friendship and the love now held so dear- Refresh affection-make it bloom anew, And fancy paint the past in her bright hue, A miniature for Memory's neck to wear. So let the fervent pressure of this kiss Speak more than tongue would vainly seek to tell; Language grows weak in parting hours like this Our eyes' last lingering look shall break the spell; My heartfelt prayer-be thine all earthly bliss! My soul-breathed sigh-Farewell-again Farewell! XXII. THE REMEMBRANCE. How oft my memory brings the hour we met Asleep, my fervid dreamings still beget, That grove, those wilding flowers, that moonlit night, That shows thee still to my enraptured sightWhile floats a whisper, "Thou dost not forget." Too warmly loving, and too warmly loved; Young, passionate, with lovers' hope elate; Pleasing and pleased, our bosoms soon were moved, Soon disunited by a wayward fate : Two hearts so blended, surely never proved A union sweeter, nor of shorter date. XXIII. SPRING IN LONDON. 1. Mother! why seemeth, when the joyous Spring My toil more wearying, and the day more long It must be, that I yearn aside to fling The yoke that binds me to th' o'erlaboured throng, And ramble forth my native scenes among, Boy-like, to go again a violeting. Remembering the rapturous glee I had To bring my flowers and grasses to thy view, I sometimes feel, there's nought on earth would glad My spirit so, could I that joy renew; But shut from scenes where they in beauty grew, What marvel, Mother, that I'm sometimes sad? |