In vacant chambers, I could trust And leave us rulers of your blood "Her court was pure; her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed: A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen; One after another the white clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily; Yet all things must die. The stream will cease to flow; All things must die. Death waits at the door. In the dark we must lie. Oh! misery! The jaw is falling, The red cheek paling, Ice with the warm blood mixing; Nine times goes the passing bell: Ye merry souls, farewell. The old earth Had a birth, As all men know, And the old earth must die. So let the warm winds range, And the blue wave beat the shore; For even and morn Ye will never see LEONINE ELEGIACS. LOW-FLOWING breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm'd in the gloaming: Thoro' the black-stemm'd pines only the far river shines. Creeping thro' blossomy rushes and bowers of rose-blowing bushes, Down by the poplar tall rivulets babble and fall. Barketh the shepherd-dog cheerly; the grasshopper carolleth clearly; Deeply the wood-dove coos; shrilly the owlet halloos; : Winds creep; dews fall chilly in her first sleep earth breathes stilly: Over the pools in the burn water-gnats murmur and mourn. Sadly the far kine loweth: the glimmering water out-floweth : Twin peaks shadow'd with pine slope to the dark hyaline. Low-throned Hesper is stayed between the two peaks; but the Naiad Throbbing in mild unrest holds him beneath in her breast. The ancient poetess singeth, that Hesperus all things bringeth, Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me my love, Rosalind. Thou comest morning or even; she cometh not morning or even. False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind? SUPPOSED CONFESSIONS OF A SECOND-RATE SENSITIVE MIND. O GOD! my God! have mercy now. I faint, I fall. Men say that Thou Didst die for me, for such as me, Patient of ill, and death, and scorn, And that my sin was as a thorn |