Gaze on yon spot sequester'd,
Where yew-trees darkly wave,
Beneath their sombre branches

You'll find the lov'd one's grave.
You ask of what I'm thinking,
You mark my brow o'ercast,
You long to know the secret;
I'm thinking of the past.

THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT.

THE days are cold, the nights are long,
The north wind sings a doleful song;
Then hush again upon my breast;
All merry things are now at rest,

Save thee, my pretty love!

The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
The crickets long have ceased their mirth;
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse,
Then why so busy thou?

Nay! start not at that sparkling light;
"Tis but the moon that shines so bright
On the window-pane bedropped with rain:
Then, little darling! sleep again,

And wake when it is day.

THE FAREWELL.

FAREWELL, fair Rosebud of the isles !
Yet one farewell to thee;
Brief was the blessing of thy smiles,
Like all of bliss for me.
Deputed dreams! sent down to bless
The sleep of beauty, tell
With what impassion'd tenderness
The minstrel breathes farewell!

Oh! tell her she's my sheltering tree,
My love-star o'er the waves,
The camel's treasured draught to me,
That midst the desert saves.

This heart itself a desert bare

As that my footstep knows;
One only rose left blooming there,
And she that virgin rose.

STANZAS.

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Love,

A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
-Fair as a star when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and oh,

The difference to me!

FAREWELL.

WHEN eyes are beaming

What never tongue might tell,

When tears are streaming

From their crystal cell:

When hands are link'd that dread to part,

And heart is met by throbbing heart,

Oh! bitter, bitter is the smart

Of them that bid farewell!

When hope is chidden

That fain of bliss would tell,
And love forbidden

In the breast to dwell:

When fetter'd by a viewless chain,
We turn and gaze, and turn again,
Oh! death were mercy to the pain
Of them that bid farewell.

"THERE WAS A ROSE."

THERE was a rose, that blushing grew
Within my life's young bower;
The angels sprinkled holy dew
Upon the blessed flower:

I glory to resign it, love,
Though it was dear to me;
Amid thy laurels twine it, love,
It only blooms for thee.

There was a rich and radiant gem
I long kept hid from sight,
Lost from some seraph's diadem-

It shone from Heaven's own light!
The world could never tear it, love,
That gem of gems from me;
Yet on thy fond breast wear it, love,
It only shines for thee.

There was a bird came to my breast,
When I was very young;

I only knew that sweet bird's nest,
To me she only sung;

But, ah! one summer day, love,
I saw that bird depart:
The truant flew thy way, love,

And nestled in thy heart.

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

COME live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,

That vallies, groves, and hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountains yield.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.