NIGHTS OF MUSIC. NIGHTS of music, nights of loving, And that smile the song rewarded- Nights of song, and nights of splendour, THE VOICE. It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days, It whisper'd her name from the garden below. Alas," sigh'd the maiden, "how fancy can cheat! The world once had lips that could whisper thus sweet; But cold now they slumber in yon fatal deep, Where, oh that beside them this heart too could sleep!" She sank on her pillow-but no, 'twas in vain "Oh sleep, come and shield me," in anguish she said, From that call of the buried, that cry of the Dead!" And sleep came around her-but, starting, she woke, For still from the garden that spirit Voice spoke! "I come," she exclaim'd, "be thy home where it may, Still round her the scene all in loneliness shone; No, ne'er came she back,-but the watchman, who stood That night in the tow'r which o'ershadows the flood, Saw dimly, 'tis said, o'er the moon-lighted spray, A youth on a steed bear the maiden away. CUPID AND PSYCHE THEY told her that he, to whose vows she had listen'd "When next in thy chamber the bridegroom reclineth, Too fond to believe them, yet doubting, yet fearing, To bards in their day-dreams, was ever so bright. A youth, but just passing from childhood's sweet morning, His brow had a grace more than mortal around it, Entranc'd stood the bride, on that miracle gazing, A sparkle flew from it and dropp'd on his brow. All's lost!—with a start from his rosy sleep waking, 'Farewell—what a dream thy suspicion hath broken! Dissolv'd are her spells when a doubt is but spoken, HERO AND LEANDER. "THE night-wind is moaning with mournful sigh, There gleameth no moon in the misty sky, No star over Helle's sea; Yet, yet, there is shining one holy light, Thus saying, he plunged in the foamy stream, And still, as the surge swept over his head, But fiercer around him the wild waves speed; He struggles-he sinks-while the hurricane's breath THE LEAF AND THE FOUNTAIN. "TELL me, kind Seer, I pray thee, So may each airy Moon-elf and fairy Nightly their homage pay thee! Say, by what spell, above, below, In stars that wink or flow'rs that blow, I may discover, Ere night is over, Whether my love loves me or no, Whether my love loves me." "Maiden, the dark tree nigh thee Hath charms no gold could buy thee; Its stem enchanted, By moon-elves planted, Will all thou seek'st supply thee. Bring thence their fairest leaf below; Ere night is over, Whether thy love loves thee or no, "See, up the dark tree going, This leaf I gather, Say, by what sign I now shall know And thus discover, Ere night is over, Whether my love loves me or no, "Fly to yon fount that's welling, Where moonbeam ne'er had dwelling, Dip in its water That leaf, oh Daughter, And mark the tale 'tis telling; Watch thou if pale or bright it grow, List thou, the while, that fountain's flow. |