“One bubble more!”
I heard him call,
And saw his trembling fingers play:
He snatched, and down the roaring fall,
With the lost bubble, passed away!
A Dream of Life.
[Illustration: Dream of Life]
When I was young—long,
I dreamed myself among the flowers;
And fancy drew the picture so,
They seemed like Fairies in their bowers.
The rose was still a rose,
But yet a maid. What could I do?
You surely would not have me go,
When rosy maidens seem to woo?
My heart was gay, and ’mid
I sported for an hour or two;
We danced the flowery paths along,
And did as youthful lovers do.
But sports must cease, and
so I dreamed
To part with these, my fairy flowers—
But oh, how very hard it seemed
To say good-by ’mid such sweet bowers!
And one fair Maid of modest
Gazed on me with her eye of blue;
I saw the tear-drop gathering there—
How could I say to her, Adieu!
I fondly gave my hand and
And we were wed. Bright hour of youth!
How little did I think to part
With my sweet bride, whose name was Truth!
But time passed on, and Truth
And chided, though with gentlest art:
I loved her, though I went astray,
And almost broke her faithful heart.
And then I left her, and in
These could not move my hardened breast!
I wandered, and for weary years
I sought for bliss, but found no rest.
I sought—yet ever
sought in vain—
To find the peace, the joy of youth:
At last, I turned me back again,
And found them with my faithful Truth.
The Surf Sprite.
[Illustration: The Surf Sprite]
In the far off sea there is
many a sprite,
Who rests by day, but awakes at night.
In hidden caves where monsters creep,
When the sun is high, these spectres sleep:
From the glance of noon, they shrink with dread,
And hide ’mid the bones of the ghastly dead.
Where the surf is hushed, and the light is dull,
In the hollow tube and the whitened skull,
They crouch in fear or in whispers wail,
For the lingering night, and the coming gale.
But at even-tide, when the shore is dim,
And bubbling wreaths with the billows swim,
They rise on the wing of the freshened breeze,
And flit with the wind o’er the rolling seas.