Hide yet awhile thy golden light,

Hide yet beneath thy mother's wing, Ere chilly frosts that pierce and blight Unto thy fragile petals cling.

III

PRIMROSE

"LIKE butterflies our moments are;

They pass, and death is all our gain:

One April hour is sweeter far

Than all December's gloomy reign.

"Dost seek a gift to give the gods?
Thy friend or thy beloved one?
Then weave a wreath wherein there nods
My blossoms-fairer there are none."

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'MID common grass within the wood, Beloved flower, thou hast grown; So simple, few have understood

What gives the prestige all thy own.

Thou hast no hues of morning star,
Nor tulip's gaudy turbaned crest,

Nor clothed art thou as lilies are,

Nor in the rose's splendor drest.

When in a wreath thy colors blend,

When comes thy sweet confiding sense

That friends and more beloved than friendShall give thee kindly preference?

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PRIMROSE

"WITH pleasure friends my buds will greet,They see spring's angel in my face;

For friendship dwells not in the heat,
But loves with me the shady place.

"Whether of Marion, beloved one, Worthy I am, can't tell before? If she but looks this bud upon,

I'll get a tear-if nothing more!"

NEW-YEAR'S WISHES

HE old year is dead, and from its ashes blossoms bright
New Phoenix, spreading wings o'er the heavens far and

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near;

Full of hopes and wishes, earth salutes it with delight.
What should I for myself desire on this glad New Year?

Say, happy moments! I know these lightning flashes swift;
When they the heavens open and gild the wide earth o'er,
We wait the assumption till the weary eyes we lift

Are darkened by a night sadder than e'er known before.

Say, 'tis love I wish!- that youthful frenzy full of bliss

Bears one to spheres platonic-to joys divine I know; Till the strong and gay are hurled down pain's profound abyss, Hurled from the seventh heaven upon the rocks below.

I have dreamed and I have pined. I soared, and then I fell.
Of a peerless rose I dreamed, and to gather it I thought,
When I awoke. Then vanished the rose with the dream's bright

spell,

Thorns in my breast alone were left-Love I desire not!

Shall I ask for friendship? that fair goddess who on earth Youth creates ? Ah! who is there who would not friendship crave?

She is first to give imagination's daughter birth;

Ever to the uttermost she seeks its life to save.

Friends, how happy are ye all! Ye live as one, and hence
Ever the selfsame power has o'er ye all control;
Like Armida's palm, whose leaves seemed separate elements
While the whole tree was nourished by one accursed soul.

But when the fierce and furious hail-storms strike the tree,
Or when the venomous insects poison it with their bane,
In what sharp suffering each separate branch must be

For others and itself!-I desire not friendship's pain!

For what, then, shall I wish, on this New Year just begun?
Some lovely by-place-bed of oak-where sweet peace de-

scends,

From whence I could see never the brightness of the sun,
Hear the laugh of enemies, or see the tears of friends!

There until the world should end, and after that to stay

In sleep which all my senses against all power should bind, Dreaming as I dreamt my golden youthful years away, Love the world - wish it well-but away from humankind.

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ENCE from my sight!—I'll obey at once.

Hence from my heart!-I hear and understand. But hence from memory? Nay, I answer, nay! Our hearts won't listen to this last command!

As the dim shadows that precede the night
In deepening circles widen far and near,
So when your image passes from my sight
It leaves behind a memory all too dear.

In every place - wherever we became

As one in joy and sorrow that bereft

I will forever be by you the same,

For there a portion of my soul is left.

When pensively within some lonely room

You sit and touch your harp's melodious string,
You will, remembering, sigh in twilight's gloom,
"I sang for him this song which now I sing."

Or when beside the chess-board

as you stand
In danger of a checkmate-you will say,
"Thus stood the pieces underneath my hand
When ended our last game-that happy day!"

When in the quiet pauses at the ball

You, sitting, wait for music to begin,

A vacant place beside you will recall

How once I used to sit by you therein.

When on the page that tells how fate's decree
Parts happy lovers, you shall bend your eyes,

You'll close the volume, sighing wearily,

'Tis but the record of our love likewise."

But if the author after weary years

Shall bid the current of their lives reblend, You'll sit in darkness, whispering through your tears, "Why does not thus our story find an end?»

When night's pale lightning darts with fitful flash

O'er the old pear-tree, rustling withered leaves, The while the screech-owl strikes your window-sash, You'll think it is my baffled soul that grieves.

In every place-in all remembered ways

Where we have shared together bliss or doleStill will I haunt you through the lonely days, For there I left a portion of my soul.

FROM THE ANCESTORS'

HE is fair as a spirit of light,

SHE

That floats in the ether on high,

And her eye beams as kindly and bright
As the sun in the azure-tinged sky.

The lips of her lover join hers

Like the meeting of flame with flame,
And as sweet as the voice of two lutes
Which one harmony weds the same.

FROM FARIS'

O PALMS are seen with their green hair,

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Nor white-crested desert tents are there;
But his brow is shaded by the sky,

That flingeth aloft its canopy;

The mighty rocks lie now at rest,

And the stars move slowly on heaven's breast.

MY ARAB steed is black

Black as the tempest cloud that flies
Across the dark and muttering skies,
And leaves a gloomy track.

His hoofs are shod with lightning's glare;
I give the winds his flowing mane,
And spur him smoking o'er the plain;
And none from earth or heaven dare
My path to chase in vain.
And as my barb like lightning flies,
I gaze upon the moonlit skies,
And see the stars with golden eyes
Look down upon the plain.