LILIS. THERE was a maid, of all who move Along the unconscious earth she went, To walk some heavenlier element, By which the wilder'd sense is caught- Of eyes that, when by anger stirr'd, Of tenderness, all soft became As though they could, like the sun's bird, Of form, as pliant as the shoots Of a young tree. in vernal flower, That falls to loveliest women's share, From its own beauty's rich excess Enough to make ev'n them more fair But 'twas the Mind, outshining clear Through her whole frame-the soul, still near, To light each charm, yet independent Of what it lighted, as the sun That shines on flowers would be resplendent The unnumber'd looks and arts that form The glory of young woman-kind, Taken, in their perfection, warm, THE PRAYER OF LILIS. IT was in dreams that first I stole When reason's beam, half hid behind And vistas, with no pathway through; Dwellings of bliss, that opening shone, Then closed, dissolved, and left no traceAll that, in short, could tempt Hope on, But give her wing no resting-place; Myself the while, with brow as yet Pure as the young moon's coronet, Through every dream still in her sight, Th' enchanter of each mocking scene, Who gave the hope, then brought the blight, Who said, "Behold, yon world of light," Then sudden dropt a veil between! At length, when I perceived each thought, But these illusive scenes, and me- To madden curiosity- When by such various arts I found Her fancy to its utmost wound,› One night-'twas in a holy spot, Her garden beds, through which a glow Brightly pervading all the place- Itself unseen, sheds through the face. There, at her altar, while she knelt, And all that woman ever felt, When God and man both claim'd her sighsEvery warm thought, that ever dwelt, Like summer clouds, 'twixt earth and skies, Spoke in her gestures, tones, and eyes- Was breath'd from her, I heard her say: "Oh idol of my dreams! whate'er "Wonderful Spirit, who dost make Slumber so lovely that it seems No longer life to live awake, Since heaven itself descends in dreams, "Why do I ever lose thee? why, When on thy realms and thee I gaze, "Long ere such miracles as thou And thine came o'er my thoughts, a thirst For light was in this soul, which now Thy looks have into passion nursed. "There's nothing bright above, below, In sky-earth-ocean, that this breast And thee, thee, thee. o'er all the rest! "Then come, oh Spirit, from behind "Bring all thy dazzling wonders here, That I may, waking, know and see; Or waft me hence to thy own sphere, Thy heaven or-ay, even that with thee! "Demon or God, who hold'st the book Of knowledge spread beneath thine eye, Give me, with thee, but one bright look Into its leaves, and let me die! "By those ethereal wings, whose way "By that bright, wreathed hair, between Whose sunny clusters the sweet wind Of Paradise so late hath been, And left its fragrant soul behind! "By those impassion'd eyes, that melt Their light into the inmost heart! Like sunset in the waters, felt As molten fire through every part "I do implore thee, oh most bright And worshipp'd Spirit, shine but o'er My waking, wondering eyes this night, This one blest night-I ask no more!" Exhausted, breathless, as she said Around her, full of light divine, Left hanging on yon starry steep; Their lightnings sheath'd, rather than mar Th' accessible, though glorious mate |