STILL WHEN DAYLIGHT.

STILL when daylight o'er the wave
Bright and soft its farewell gave,

I used to hear, while light was falling,
O'er the wave a sweet voice calling,
Mournfully at distance calling.

Ah! once how blest that maid would come,
To meet her sea-boy hast'ning home;
And through the night those sounds repeating,
Hail his bark with joyous greeting,

Joyously his light bark greeting.

But, one sad night, when winds were high,
Nor earth, nor heaven, could hear her cry,
She saw his boat come tossing over

Midnight's wave,- but not her lover!

No, never more her lover.

And still that sad dream loth to leave, She comes with wand'ring mind at eve, And oft we hear, when night is falling, Faint her voice through twilight calling, Mournfully at twilight calling.

THE SUMMER WEBS.

THE summer webs that float and shine,

The summer dews that fall,

Tho' light they be, this heart of mine

Is lighter still than all.

It tells me every cloud is past

Which lately seem'd to lour;

That Hope hath wed young Joy at last, And now's their nuptial hour!

With light thus round, within, above, With nought to wake one sigh, Except the wish, that all we love

Were at this moment nigh,

It seems as if life's brilliant sun

Had stopp'd in full career,

To make this hour its brightest one,
And rest in radiance here.

MIND NOT THOUGH DAYLIGHT.

MIND not though daylight around us is breaking,Who'd think now of sleeping when morn's but just

waking?

Sound the merry viol, and daylight or not,
Be all for one hour in the gay dance forgot.

See young Aurora, up heav'n's hill advancing,
Tho' fresh from her pillow, ev'n she too is dancing:
While thus all creation, earth, heaven, and sea,
Are dancing around us, oh, why should not we?

Who'll say that moments we use thus are wasted? Such sweet drops of time only flow to be tasted; While hearts are high beating, and harps full in tune, The fault is all morning's for coming so soon.

THEY MET BUT ONCE.

THEY met but once, in youth's sweet hour,

And never since that day

Hath absence, time, or grief had pow'r
To chase that dream away.

They've seen the suns of other skies,

On other shores have sought delight;

But never more, to bless their eyes,

Can come a dream so bright!

They met but once,

a day was all

Of Love's young hopes they knew;

And still their hearts that day recall,

As fresh as then it flew.

Sweet dream of youth! oh, ne'er again
Let either meet the brow

They left so smooth and smiling then,

Or see what it is now.

For, Youth, the spell was only thine;

From thee alone th' enchantment flows,