IX. -Wild wish, and longing vain, And brief upspringing to be glad and free! Go to thy woodland reign! My soul is bound and held—I may not flee. X. For even by all the fears And thoughts that haunt my dreams-untold, unknown, And by the woman's tears Poured from mine eyes in silence and alone; XI. Had I thy wings, thou Dove! High 'midst the gorgeous isles of cloud to soar, Soon the strong cords of love Would draw me earthwards-homewards-yet once more ! THE SHADOW. BY JOHN MALCOLM, ESQ. UPON yon dial-stone I. Behold the shade of Time, For ever circling on and on, In silence more sublime Than if the thunders of the spheres Pealed forth its march to mortal ears. II. It metes us hour by hour, Doles out our little span, Reveals a Presence and a Power F III. Wov'n by a hand unseen, Upon that stone survey The fold of chill Oblivion's pall, That falleth with yon shadow's fall. IV. Day is the time for toil; Night balms the weary breast; Stars have their vigils, seas awhile But round and round the shadow creeps V. Effacing all that's fair, Hushing the voice of mirth Into the silence of despair Around the lonesome hearth, And training ivy garlands green O'er the once gay and social scene. VI. In beauty fading fast, Its silent trace appears,- And-where, a phantom of the past VII. Before the ceaseless shade That round the world doth sail Its towers and temples bow the headThe pyramids look pale: The festal halls grow hushed and cold, The everlasting hills wax old. VIII. Coeval with the sun Its silent course began― And still its phantom race shall run, Till worlds with age grow wan;— Till Darkness spread her funeral pall, And one vast shadow circle all. BALLAD. I. SHE is singing like a bird In its leafy bower, For her inmost heart is stirred By affection's power. II. By that passion-worded scroll III. Oh the sorrow!-for the heart Which inspired that strain, Never more may bear a part In her joy or pain. IV. Other melodies are sung By her lover's bed, Strange words in the stranger's tongue, Chaunting for the dead. W. H. |