O'er long buried flowers

Passing not in vain,
Odours in soft showers

Thou hast brought again.
Let the primrose greet thee,
Let the violet pour

Incense forth to meet thee-
Wake my heart no more!
No more!

From a funeral urn

Bower'd in leafy gloom,
Even thy soft return

Calls not song or bloom.
Leave my spirit sleeping
Like that silent thing;
Stir the founts of weeping
There, O breeze of spring,
No more!

COME TO ME, DREAMS OF HEAVEN.

COME to me, dreams of heaven!

My fainting spirit bear

On your bright wings, by morning given, Up to celestial air.

Away, far, far away,

From bowers by tempests riven, Fold me in blue, still, cloudless day, O blessed dreams of heaven!

Come but for one brief hour,

Sweet dreams! and yet again,

O'er burning thought and memory shower Your soft effacing rain!

Waft me where gales divine,

With dark clouds ne'er have striven, Where living founts for ever shineO blessed dreams of heaven!1

GOOD NIGHT.2

DAY is past!

Stars have set their watch at last,
Founts that through the deep woods flow
Make sweet sounds, unheard till now,
Flowers have shut with fading light-
Good-night!

Go to rest!

Sleep sit dove-like on thy breast!
If within that secret cell

One dark form of memory dwell,
Be it mantled from thy sight-

Good-night!

Joy be thine!

Kind looks o'er thy slumbers shine!
Go, and in the spirit-land

Meet thy home's long parted band,

'Set to music by Miss Graves.

For a melody of Eisenhofer's.

Be their eyes all love and light

Good-night!

Peace to all!

Dreams of heaven on mourners fall!
Exile! o'er thy couch may gleams
Pass from thine own mountain streams;
Bard! away to worlds more bright-
Good-night!

LET HER DEPART.

HER home is far, oh! far away!
The clear light in her eyes
Hath nought to do with earthly day,
'Tis kindled from the skies.

Let her depart!

She looks upon the things of earth,

Even as some gentle star

Seems gazing down on grief or mirth,
How softly, yet how far!
Let her depart!

Her spirit's hope-her bosom's love-
Oh! could they mount and fly!
She never sees a wandering dove,
But for its wings to sigh.

Let her depart!

She never hears a soft wind bear

Low music on its way,

But deems it sent from heavenly air,

For her who cannot stay.

Let her depart!

Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams,
She breathes and moves alone,
Pining for those bright bowers and streams
Where her beloved is gone.
Let her depart!

HOW CAN THAT LOVE SO DEEP, SO LONE.

How can that love so deep, so lone,

So faithful unto death,

Thus fitfully in laughing tone,

In airy word, find breath?

Nay, ask how on the dark wave's breast,

The lily's cup may gleam,
Though many a mournful secret rest
Low in the unfathom'd stream.

That stream is like my hidden love,
In its deep cavern's power,
And like the play of words above,
That lily's trembling flower.

WATER-LILIES.

A FAIRY SONG.

COME away, elves! while the dew is sweet,
Come to the dingles where fairies meet;
Know that the lilies have spread their bells
O'er all the pools in our forest dells;
Stilly and lightly their vases rest

On the quivering sleep of the water's breast,
Catching the sunshine through leaves that throw
To their scented bosoms an emerald glow;
And a star from the depth of each pearly cup,
A golden star unto heaven looks up,

As if seeking its kindred where bright they lie,
Set in the blue of the summer sky.

-Come away! under arching boughs we'll float, Making those urns each a fairy boat;

We'll row them with reeds o'er the fountains free,
And a tall flag-leaf shall our streamer be,

And we'll send out wild music so sweet and low,
It shall seem from the bright flower's heart to flow,
As if 't were a breeze with a flute's low sigh,
Or water drops train'd into melody.

-Come away! for the midsummer sun grows strong,
And the life of the lily may not be long.