Where none may smile, and none may weep, None dream of bliss, or wake to wo. If e'er, as Fancy oft will feign, To that dear spot which gave thee birth Thy fleeting shade returns again, To look on him thou lov'dst on earth, It may a moment's joy impart, To know that this, thy favorite tree, Is to my desolated heart Almost as dear as thou could'st be. My Florence!-soon-the thought is sweet! Over the stillness of my tomb: And there the 'scutcheon shall not shine, Whither-like Hope and thee-away. STANZAS. O'ER yon Churchyard the storm may lower; Unscathed by long revolving years, And where thine humble ashes lie, Mild was thy voice as Zephyr's breath, Thy cheek with flowing locks was shaded! But the voice hath died, the cheek hath faded In the cold breeze of death! 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. CASSANDRA. "THEY hurried to the feast, The warrior and the priest, And the gay maiden with her jeweled brow; Said Triumph and rejoice!' One only mourned !-many are mourning now! "Peace! startle not the light With the wild dreams of night;'— Shrieked forth my tale of tears, "Ye watch the dun smoke rise Up to the lurid skies; Ye see the red light flickering on the stream; Ye listen to the fall Of gate, and tower, and wall; Sisters, the time is come!-alas, it is no dream! "Through hall, and court, and porch, Glides on the pitiless torch; The swift avengers faint not in their toil: Vain now the matron's sighs; Vain now the infant's cries; Look, sisters, look, who leads them to the spoil? "Not Pyrrhus, though his hand Is on his father's brand; Not the fell framer of the accursed Steed; Not Nestor's hoary head; Nor Teucer's rapid tread; "Visions of deeper fear To-night are warring here;— I know them, sisters, the mysterious Three; Minerva's lightning frown, And Juno's golden crown, And him the mighty ruler of the sounding sea. "Through wailing and through wo, Silent and stern they go; So have I ever seen them in my trance! Exultingly they guide Destruction's fiery tide, And lift the dazzling shield, and poise the deadly lance. "Lo! where the old man stands, Folding his palsied hands, And muttering with white lips, his querulous prayer: |