Or as the odor lies

Where the young flower dies

Embalmed in its perfume, but bruised in its bud.

Why wilt thou follow me

Over the land and sea,

Like a white Dove on a dark Raven's track?

Luring me home to rest,

In my beloved West,

Where my sad eyes are turned mournfully back.

Go! leave me, loved and blest

Child of my worshipped West,

Land! where the sun goes to sleep on the hills, And when awaking,

Through black forests breaking,

His lances of silver strike bright on the rills!

Go! thou angelic form,

Rainbow above the storm!

Dazzling in beauty, eluding my arms!

Even to think of thee

Is madness, is ecstasy——

A dream of enchantment--a vision of charms!

Go! leave me all alone,

Like night in the Polar zone,

Where not a morn breaks till life's winter is o'er,

Rather than let me die

Feasting my charméd eye

On the wild lights that illumine that shore.

Why did I ever sup

Of that Circean cup,

Drinking Love's poison from Beauty's bright bowl?

Oh! in thy spicy breath,

Eden itself, and death,

Won me to worship, and lost me my soul!

TO GENEVIEVE.

For whom shall I my lyric sing,

For whom love's rosy garland weave? For thee, thou seraph stripped of wing! My gentle Genevieve.

As cloud at night, thy hair is black,

Thy cheek like light the sun doth leave, The crimson print of Evening's track, Deep blushing Genevieve.

Like hyacinths in snowy bank,

Thy blue eyes 'neath thy brow are set, As if twin stars had in a prank

Hid each within a violet!

Thy features all, are but to me

A mirror, where thy thoughts are seen, As stars which look up from the sea, In silver nights serene.

And bright as when o'er rosy tide
The halcyon rides the waves,
Thy winged smiles in sunshine glide
And sink in coral caves.

Night's fingers dark have twined thy hair,
Morn's lips thy lips have pressed,
And Eve's soft dreams have lingered there,
In those dark eyes to rest.

But not the Eve that kisses Night,
Nor Eden's beauteous Eve,
Is clothed to me in such a light
As thou art, Genevieve!

Gloom may shade life's sunny way,

And Mirth embrace with Woe, to grieve,

Shed but thy gleam, thou star of Day! 'Twill light my path, bright Genevieve!

Now fare thee well! a sad regret
I feel to part, but I must leave,
I have no heart for more, but yet
Adieu, ma plus belle Genevieve!

CANTAR.

SHINING, for ever,

On my life's river,

Flower of love! by the waters of bliss

Sweet, thy red lips

Throw a transient eclipse

Where shadow and wavelet commingle and kiss.

Roseate Lily!
Tremblingly stilly,

Dear contradiction of pleasure and pain;
All light is about thee,

All darkness without thee,

Like the Angel that bends his bright wings o'er the rain.

A year has departed,

Yet I, where I started,

An enthusiast kneeling at beauty's bright shrine,

Each day she seems dearer,

And yet nothing nearer,

Spell bound I am gazing on magic divine.