Brightly thine eye was smiling, Sweet! A few short months-and thou wert here! Hope sat upon thy youthful brow; And what is thy memorial now? A Flower-and a Tear. SONNET TO ADA. THE touching pathos of thy low sweet voice And since that voice has perish'd—never, never, Thrilling sweet agony : nor know I well Whether to chide them, or to bid them stay. At times I scarce can bear the pain'd regret Which they excite-then cry, O do not leave me yet! STAND on a funeral mound, Far, far from all that love thee; With a barren heath around, And a cypress bower above thee: And think, while the sad wind frets, And the night in cold gloom closes, Of spring, and spring's sweet violets, Of summer, and summer's roses. II. Sleep where the thunders fly Across the tossing billow; Thy canopy the sky, And the lonely deck thy pillow: And dream, while the chill sea-foam In mockery dashes o'er thee, Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home, And the kiss of her that bore thee. III. Watch in the deepest cell Of the foeman's dungeon tower, Till hope's most cherished spell And sing, while the galling chain Of the huntsman hurrying o'er the plain, Of the breath of the mountain breezes. IV. Talk of the minstrel's lute, The warrior's high endeavour, When the honied lips are mute, And the strong arm crushed for ever: Look back to the summer sun, From the mist of dark December; Then say to the broken-hearted one, ""Tis pleasant to remember!" TELL HIM I LOVE HIM YET. TELL him, I love him yet, Ah, in that joyous time! Tell him, I ne'er forget, Though memory now be crime. Tell him, when fades the light I dream of him by night He must not dream of me! Green, green upon his brow The laurel wreath shall be Although that laurel now Must not be shared with me! Tell him to smile again In pleasure's dazzling throng, To wear another's chain, To praise another's song! Before the loveliest there, I'd have him bend the knee, |