THE DEATH DEATH OF LILIS. IT was an evening bright and still As ever blush'd on wave or bower, In looking at that light-even she, But of this whole fair world-the close Of all things beautiful and bright— The last, grand sunset, in whose ray At length, as though some livelier thought Had suddenly her fancy caught, She turn'd upon me her dark eyes, They took in joy, reproach, surprise, Her white hand rested, smiled and said: "I had, last night, a dream of thee, Resembling those divine ones, given, Like preludes to sweet minstrelsy, Before thou cam'st thyself from heaven. "The same rich wreath was on thy brow, Like meteors round thee flash'd and play'd. "Thou stood'st all bright, as in those dreams, As if just wafted from above; Mingling earth's warmth with heaven's beams, A creature to adore and love. "Sudden I felt thee draw me near To thy pure heart, where, fondly placed, I seem'd within the atmosphere Of that exhaling light embraced; "And felt, methought, th' ethereal flame Pass from thy purer soul to mine; Till-oh, too blissful-I became, Like thee, all spirit, all divine! "Say, why did dream so blest come o'er me, When will my Cherub shine before me "When shall I, waking, be allow'd To gaze upon those perfect charms, And clasp thee once, without a cloud, A chill of earth, within these arms? "Oh what a pride to say, this, this Is my own Angel-all divine, And pure and dazzling as he is, And fresh from heaven-he's mine, he's mine! "Think'st thou, were LILIS in thy place, A creature of yon lofty skies, "No, no-then, if thou lov'st like me, Shine out, young Spirit, in the blaze Of thy most proud divinity, Nor think thou'lt wound this mortal gaze. "Too long and oft I've look'd upon "Then doubt me not-oh, who can say "Let me this once but feel the flame Thus spoke the maid, as one not used All creatures, whatsoe'er they were, How could I pause? how ev'n let fall I brought from heaven belong'd to her? But not with fear-all hope, and pride. Like priestesses, at eventide, Watching the rise of the full moon, Whose light, when once its orb hath shone, "Twill madden them to look upon! Of all my glories, the bright crown, Which, when I last from heaven came down, Was left behind me, in yon star That shines from out those clouds afar,- The downfallen angel's coronet!-- Was wanting:-but the illumined brow, The sun-bright locks, the eyes that now Had love's spell added to their own, And pour'd a light till then unknown; Th' unfolded wings, that, in their play, A Cherub moves in, on the day Sunk on her breast) were wide extended To clasp the form she durst not sce! How could the hand, that gave such charms, Could follow the fierce, ravening flashes; Till there-O God, I still ask why Blackening within my arms to ashes! That brow, a glory but to see Those lips, whose touch was what the first Fresh cup of immortality Is to a new-made angel's thirst! As when they first were round me cast, THE ANGEL ZARAPH'S STORY. AMONG the Spirits, of pure flame, That in th' eternal heavens abide- First and immediate near the Throne Ev'n those to high-brow'd Cherubs given, 'Mong these was ZARAPH once-and none With half such longing, deep desire. Love was to his impassion'd soul Not, as with others, a mere part The very life-breath of his heart! A lustre came, too bright to bear, First touch'd the threshold of the skies, |