Within Youth’s flowery
vale I tread,
By some entrancing shadow led—
And Echo to my call replies—
Yet, as she answers, lo, she flies!
And, as I seem to reach her cell—
The grotto, where she weaves her spell—
The Nymph’s sweet voice afar I hear—
So Love departs, as we draw near!
Upon a mountain’s dizzy
Ambition’s temple gleams with light:
Proud forms are moving fair within,
And bid us strive that light to win.
O’er giddy cliff and crag we strain,
And reach the mountain top—in vain!
For lo! the temple, still afar,
Shines cold and distant as a star.
I hear a voice, whose accents
Melt, like soft music, in mine ear.
A gentle hand, that seems divine,
Is warmly, fondly clasped in mine;
And lips upon my cheeks are pressed,
That whisper tones from regions blest:
But soon I start—for friendship’s kiss
Is gone, and lo! a serpent’s hiss.
The sun goes down, and shadows
On the gay scenes by morning blest;
The gathering clouds invest the air—
Yet one bright constant Star is there.
Onward we press, with heavy load,
O’er tangled path and rough’ning road,
For still that Star shines bright before;
But now it sinks, and all is o’er!
The Rose: to Ellen.
[Illustration: The Rose]
The sportive sylphs that course
Unseen on wings that twilight weaves,
Around the opening rose repair,
And breathe sweet incense o’er its leaves.
With sparkling cups of bubbles
They catch the ruddy beams of day,
And steal the rainbow’s sweetest shade,
Their blushing favorite to array.
They gather gems with sunbeams
From floating clouds and falling showers—
They rob Aurora’s locks of light
To grace their own fair queen of flowers.
Thus, thus adorned, the speaking
Becomes a token fit to tell,
Of things that words can ne’er disclose,
And nought but this reveal so well.
Then take my flower, and let
Beside thy heart be cherished near,
While that confiding heart receives
The thought it whispers to thine ear!
[Illustration: The Maniac]
On a tall cliff
that overhung the deep,
A maniac stood. He heeded not the sweep
Of the swift gale that lashed the troubled main,
And spread with showery foam the watery plain.
His reckless foot was on the dizzy line
That edged the rock, impending