POEMS. THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM. 'Twas in the prime of summer time, Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with ganesome minds, To a level mead they came, and there Like sportive deer they coursed about, Turning to mirth all things of earth, But the Usher sat remote from all, B |