AUTUMN. I. THE Autumn skies are flush'd with gold, And fair and bright the rivers run; These are but streams of winter cold, And painted mists that quench the sun. II. In secret boughs no sweet birds sing, III. 'Tis not trees' shade, but cloudy glooms That on the cheerless valleys fall, The flowers are in their grassy tombs, And tears of dew are on them all. THE SEA OF DEATH. A FRAGMENT. Methought I saw Life swiftly treading over endless space; Sad were my thoughts that anchor'd silently And there were spring-faced cherubs that did sleep How beautiful! with bright unruffled hair Spake out in dreams of its own innocence: And so they lay in loveliness, and kept The birth-night of their peace, that Life e'en wept For there were neighbor brows scarr'd by the brunts And so bequeath'd it to the world again Through the beholder's heart in heavy sighs. So lay they garmented in torpid light, Ᏼ Ꭺ Ꮮ Ꮮ Ꭺ Ꭰ . SHE'S up and gone, the graceless Girl! And robb'd my failing years; My blood before was thin and cold But now 'tis turn'd to tears;My shadow falls upon my grave, So near the brink I stand, She might have stayed a little yet, And led me by the hand! Aye, call her on the barren moor, 'Tis nothing but the heron's cry, Than they have ever spread, Full many a thankless child has been, But never one like mine; Her meat was served on plates of gold, But now she'll share the robin's food, Ᏼ Ꭺ Ꮮ Ꮮ Ꭺ Ꭰ . SIGH on, sad heart, for Love's eclipse To soil her name between : A king might lay his sceptre down, The diamonds glancing in her hair, Whose sudden beams surprise, Might bid such humble hopes beware The glancing of her eyes; Yet looking once, I look'd too long, And if my love is sin, Death follows on the heels of wrong. And kills the crime within. Her dress seem'd wove of lily leaves, O lofty wears, and lowly weaves, |