ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. QUA CURSUM VENTUS. Conse As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay Are scarce long leagues apart descried; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, E'en so but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged? At dead of night their sails were filled, Or wist, what first with dawn appeared! To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, But O blithe breeze! and O great seas, 10 15 20 5 25 One port, methought, alike they sought, MARI MAGNO, OR TALES ON BOARD. A YOUTH Was I. An elder friend with me, 'Gainst winds and waves that strive unwavering still. To learn the ship had won upon her way Her sum of miles, delight were mornings grey Amongst the mingled multitude a few, Of the New England ancient blood was one; His youthful spurs in letters he had won, Hope long deferred, and went unspoilt by Europe home. In wig and gown; - tales not to be retold 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 |