LONG AGO.

I.

We were children together! Oh brighter than mine Are the eyes that are looking their love on you now; And nobler than I are the maidens that twine

your brow.

The scarf for your breast, and the wreath for
Be happy, my brother, wherever you will;
Good speed to your courser, good luck to your bow ;
But will you not-will you not think of me still,
As you thought of me once,-long ago-long ago?

II.

We were children together! I know you will dream
Of the rock and the valley, the cottage and tree,
Of the bird on the brake, of the boat on the stream,
Of the book and the lute, of my roses and me:
When Pleasure deceives you, and youngHope departs,
And the pulse of Ambition beats weary and low,
My brother-my brother-come back to our hearts ;
Let us be what we were,-long ago-long ago!

AUGUST, 1832.

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

I.

I REMEMBER-I remember

How my childhood fleeted by,

The mirth of its December,

And the warmth of its July;

On my brow, love, on my brow, love,
There are no signs of care;

But my pleasures are not now,

love,

What Childhood's pleasures were.

II.

Then the bowers-then the bowers

Were blithe as blithe could be ; And all their radiant flowers

Were coronals for me:

Gems to-night, love-gems to-night, love,

Are gleaming in my hair;

But they are not half so bright, love,

As Childhood's roses were.

III.

I was singing-I was singing,

And

my songs were idle words; But from my heart was springing

Wild music like a bird's:

Now I sing, love-now I sing, love,
A fine Italian air;

But it's not so glad a thing, love,
As Childhood's ballads were !

IV.

I was merry-I was merry

When my little lovers came,
With a lily, or a cherry,

Or a new invented game;

Now I've you, love-now I've you, love,
To kneel before me there;

But you know you're not so true, love,

As Childhood's lovers were !

JUNE, 1833.

SHADOWS OF SADNESS.

I.

SHADOWS of sadness

Come o'er thy young bride; They cloud all her gladness, They calm all her pride; A bright home I leave, love; From dear friends I fly; In bliss I must grieve, love; In bliss let me sigh!

III.

There my gay brother
Less joyous is grown ;
And there my fond mother
Sits pensive and lone;
Roam-rest where I will, love,
Beneath a fair sky,

They'll sigh for me still, love ;—
For them let me sigh!

IV.

Though I forget not

The name I bear now,

And though I regret not
The ring or the vow,
A cloud's on my heart, love,

A tear's in mine eye;
Most dear as thou art, love,
To-day let me sigh!

DECEMBER 16, 1836.