The tempest heard and paused The wild sea gentler moved― They felt the power of woman's faith In the word of him she loved. All night to rope and spar They clung with strength untired, Till the dark clouds fled before the sun, And the fierce storm expired. At noon the song of bridal bells At eve he called the maiden his, They dwelt beside the waters That bathe yon fallen pine, And round them grew their sons and daughters, Like wild grapes on the vine. And years and years flew o'er them, Like birds with beauty on their wings, And theirs were happy sleigh-ride winters, Such joys as thrilled the lips that kissed, The wave, rock-cooled, from Horeb's fountains, And sorrows, fleeting as the mist Of morning, spread upon the mountains, Till, in a good old age, Their life-breath passed away; Their name is on the churchyard page- * And let them rest together, The maid, the boat, the boy, Why sing of matrimony now, Our time may come, and let it— 'Tis enough for us now to know That our bark will reach West Point ere long, If the breeze keep on to blow. We have Hudibras and Milton, Wines, flutes, and a bugle-horn, And a dozen segars are lingering yet Of the thousand of yestermorn. They have gone, like life's first pleasures, And faded in smoke away, And the few that are left are like bosom friends In the evening of our day. We are far from the mount of battle,* Where the wreck first met mine eye, And now where twin-forts in the olden time rose, * Stony Point. + Forts Clinton and Montgomery. LINES TO HER WHO CAN UNDERSTAND THEM. AIR: "To ladies' eyes a round, boy!" THE song that o'er me hovered, In summer's hour, in summer's hour, To-day with joy has covered My winter bower, my winter bower. Blest be the lips that breathe it, As mine have been, as mine have been, When pressed in dreams beneath it, To hers unseen, to hers unseen. And may her heart, wherever Its hope may be, its hope may be, Beat happily, though never To beat for me, to beat for me. Is she a spirit given One hour to earth, one hour to earth, To bring me dreams from heaven, Her place of birth, her place of birth? Or minstrel maiden hidden, Like cloistered nun, like cloistered nun, A bud, a flower forbidden, To air and sun, to air and sun? For had I power to summon, With harp divine, with harp divine, The angel or the woman, The last were mine, the last were mine. If earth-born beauty's fingers Awaked the lay, awaked the lay, Whose echoed music lingers Around my way, around my way, |