From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground-

From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.

VIII.

And, ah! let it never
Be foolishly said

That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept

In a different bed-

And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed.

IX.

My tantalised spirit

Here blandly reposes,

Forgetting, or never

Regretting, its roses

Its old agitations

Of myrtles and roses.

X.

For now, while so quietly

Lying, it fancies

A holier odour

About it, of pansies

A rosemary odour,

Commingled with pansies--With rue and the beautiful

Puritan pansies.

XI.

And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many

A dream of the truth

And the beauty of AnnieDrowned in a bath

Of the tresses of Annie.

XII.

She tenderly kissed me,
She fondly caressed,

And then I fell gently

To sleep on her breast

Deeply to sleep

From the heaven of her breast.

XIII.

When the light was extinguished

She covered me warm,

And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm-
To the queen of the angels
To shield me from harm.

BRIDAL BALLA D.

I.

THE ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

II.

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell,

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

III.

But he spoke to reassure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the churchyard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"O, I am happy now!"

IV.

And thus the words were spoken, And this the plighted vow;

And though my faith be broken, And though my heart be broken, Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now.

V.

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how, And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken,Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.