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C O N T E N T S .

! I BOO . LYRIC. The Midshipman 's Son g Evenin g

Ode on th e Res urrection of Greece

Homer on th e Banks of the S c am ai i der Lay of the Wanderin g Arab Hymn to the Stars

Fragment of a Projected Ode on th e Infl uence of Fancy

upon Mythology To the First S w allow of the Year

The Harp of Tears Love

Evenin g Stai i z as

Hymn to Libei ty

Stanzas on the Exec utio n of General Riego The First Tale of Love

Lines written on an Evenin g of J une

Written at Midnight

To the First Primros e of the Year

On seein g th e Name of Robert Emmet wri tten i n his own

hand upon one of his school books

the L u Dirge for ast Inca, s pposed to be sun g by a

Per uvian Bard at the Tomb of Atahualpa b fi c o nt e nr a

Serenade

Lament of Al c mus upo n th e ann iversary o f h is Rej ection

by S appli o

tu r t s M ai no tl w ar to Naval Ode , on the Depar re of a B i i h ,

join the Allied Sq uadrons i n the Mediterranean

B ! T OO II . HIS ORICAL.

The Ten Thousand at the Sacred Mo unt

The Landin g of Agrippina with the Ashes of G erni am c us

The Tw o D reams of J ulian The Eve of Sal amis

! III T BOO . DESCRIP IVE .

S unset Starlight Palmyra A Stroll in March

A Se a s ide Reverie

! DIDACTIC ' AN D BOO IV . DEVOTIONAL .

Alexander at Paradise

Thou ghts on the Infl uen ces of Religion Moral Lines in C O N T E N T S .

Written at Sunset Sorrows and Consolations Fable Hymn of Mary Magdalene Th e Fall of the Leaf

B ee - The Hive . Mornin g The Lily Stanzas

- Dm s The Dew p ,

Earth and Heaven

! BOO V . ELEGIAC.

To the Memory of Lord Byron On reading some Po etry by a Youn g Lady now no more

Lines to the Memory of a Yo ung Friend

' O n th e Grave o t a Frien d

’ The Poet s Mo urne r

B ! OO VI . LEGENDARY .

The Children in the Sno w The Star of Pomeroy

The Legend of th e Copleston Oak The M aid of Orkney C O N T E N T S .

B ! M . OO VII . ANO ALOUS A Grecian Dream

On a Po rtrait of Lord Byron

Thoughts in the Amphitheatre at Mo unt Edgcumbe

Poetry

Sonn et the R uins of Ionia

2 — . To Greece

3 — . To Spain — 4 The - , Wood Storm

5 — , The Approach of Autumn

6 — . To the Reader T O G L O R Y .

ul u So of the far, but nforgotten Past !

! ueen of th e sword and Lady of the lyre !

h Spirit of thoughts too igh , of deeds too vast,

s To fear, like clay, the wa te of flood an d fire ,

Or darkly perish on Oblivion ’ s pyre

’ r M emno ns When ce , like the birds f om pile , they sprin g,

us b ut not Born from the d t, with years to tire,

Or furl in death the everlastin g win g !

O h b ut Teach me , teach me, for once to flin g

M y han d thy o w n tri umphal harp along

t s To s rike one strain , who e echoes yet may rin g

Above the spot where rests a frien d of song !

Do I but dream the lau rel yet may wave

’ ‘ Memorial verd ure o er its votary s grave ?

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M I DS H I PM N ’ S S O N G T H E A .

Tis a time of pride , when the bark is pran cin g,

d ’ Like an Arab stee , o er the waste of waves,

While her path behind in light is glan cin g,

And the fire- white foam her b ol tsprit laves !

u Then , then is the time for pro d emotion

And if in the bosom a proud one sleep ,

’ w i t o u T ll awaken dan ce to the m sic of ocean ,

And sweep with the winds o ’ er the welterin g deep!

With my bark through her own blue path careerin g,

I ’ never can envy the lands man s bliss ;

sun h n No on the s ore ever shone so cheeri g,

As it spar kles down on a world like this!

What music can make the heart so sprightly ,

As the roll of the billo ws in the breeze ? 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

‘V h at ball , upon earth ever shone so brightly,

As the stirrin g dance of the sunlit seas ?

E V EN I N G .

u Oh , this is the hour, the charmed ho r,

When the last faint gale of partin g day

s to er Gives a ki s and a tear each closin g flow ,

And sighs as it fleets away ;

u L v When visions of p re and holy o e,

S e Li ke the dreams of the pirits in bliss abov ,

S - u r Make the pell bo nd heart thei home,

’ And the sorrows of Memory cease to grieve,

And Fancy and Hope a chaplet weav e

Of happier hours to come .

‘ This, this is the hour, the lovely lone hour,

When Musi c floats on the glimmering wave

’ Though l ull d are the notes of each greenwood

And E o e s n her i e ch sl ep i tw light cav ,

4 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Spartan ! Thermopyl ae

‘V ill yet be free !

Thy own proud Marathon ,

Miltiades ! remembers thee,

Nor shames the d ust of heroes

The fame - resoundin g main

Rolls free again

Hear it, Themistocles !

No more shall Greece behold in vain

’ A tyrant s flag insult her seas .

’ Her glad n e au s tide

Shall l ave w i th pride

A thousand slaveless isles ;

u d Those crimson waves, with m rder yed,

Shall gleam in Freedom’ s prophet smil es !

w ’ m S eet Homer s cli e once more,

’ Its thraldom o er, T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

Shall to those deeds aspire,

Which yi eld to Fame her l o fty lore

th e u - r And wake th nder b eathin g lyre .

’ “ ” And Glory s flowers of gold

Shall yet unfol d

Their bloom i n freeborn son g ;

While despots tremble to behold

The land , the race, they dared wrong !

r Ye , who for F eedom bled,

Immortal Dead,

He ar in your lonely urns

’ u Your co ntry s Age of Tears is fled,

’ Your country s Age of Fame returns !

ON THE A or THE HOMER B NKS S CAMANDER.

Lone stream ! an d is this all

ks re al Thy ban c l, D W ST L 6 E S O F C A A I E .

? Of valour, glory, grief and beauty gone

Retains thy silver flood

NO trace of tears or blood >

And towers thy Troy in Homer’ s dreams alone ?

Are these the scenes deplored,

Where shield and sword

Bade the red field W ith splendid terrors burn ?

’ ' Did e er this sweet wind s breath

u Waft the dread so nds of death ,

’ Or charger s hoof the flowers of X anthus spum ?

ou Was it y desert shore,

That held of yore

n ’ : A thousa d keels, an d shook war s alarms

’ mm Or o er yon su its proud,

’ Pavil iond nd rou with cloud,

Did th e lone Thunderer launch his burning arms >

Alas ! long years y ou sun D W S A T E O F C S A L I E .

His race h as run

’ ’ And Glory s rainbows in Time s cloud expire ;

Yet gleams of spl endours gon e

e Still gild their misty thron ,

’ ' th e Themes of the Sage s thought, Minstrel s

Oh , idly glorious wave,

Where on ce the brave

’ ’ Sl ak d sw el l d th e r their last thirst, and c imson

i Lo , one sole l ngerer roves,

‘ To gaze on Ida s groves,

And dream of Troy by Dardan X anthus’ side !

Can be behold in vain

Thy haunted plain,

u r ! Thy river, m rmu in g still of days no more

Nor strike the lofty shell ,

Their f deeds and ates to tell,

’ ’ b or trium h d on ea ander s o e Who led, p , S m sh r ? 8 B E IV S O F C A S T A L I E .

No ! Woul d the torch of Fame

Might wake to flame

u u His harp , and fire his so l with awf l joy,

Till on bright Helle ’ s flood

Immortal navies rode ,

’ And Ida smil d upon a deathless Troy '

’ S o let Song s children live

Mid thoughts that give

All the rich sunshine back of clouded years ;

And cull th e purest blooms

From this, their world of tombs,

To crown the bowl whose wine so o ft is tears !

’ Free, fair as Ida s streams,

Melodious dreams

' Should o er their hearts in sunny beauty

And lave their lives from al l

That spreads a mournful pall

‘ ’ ’ O er t he cold world and o er its votary s T LI E D E W S O F C A S A .

‘ Mmstr el s How rich the dower,

Were his the power

To bid for ever live the faded name

To light his Son g sublime

By the dim waves of Time ,

’ Till fart hest years ro ll d brightenin g in his

’ u th e S ch be wanderer s lot,

Who , lone , forgot,

’ Strikes his l o v d lyre beside a stranger - wave !

Not , Oh not all in vain

‘ our d t u t Be p the en h sias strain ,

Which breathes his deep hope of a glorio us grave !

Spirits of Song ! Oh fire

His heart and lyre

m a u To him the far and phanto P st nfold,

Till bright o ’ er Lethe ’ s tide

The Star of Glory ride,

And tinge its dark waves with prophetic gold ! 10 E D E W S O F C A S T A L I .

u b e Then , tho gh this frame clay,

’ Yet o er my lay

r Ages may pass, reverin g nations bu n ;

’ Green Ida s floods may b e

fo r Immortal tears me ,

’ ’ And even green Ida s sel f her Minstrel s urn!

o n THE E R L AY WAND RING A AB .

“ ” a I Away away, my b rb and ,

As free as wave, as fleet as wind ,

We sweep the sands of Araby,

And leave a worl d of slaves behind !

’ th b Tis mine to ran ge in is wild gar ,

’ t u Nor e er feel lonely, ho gh alone ;

I w ould not change my Arab barb ,

’ To mount a drowsy Sultans throne!

no e Where the pal e stranger dares t com ,

1 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

as w As free wave, as fleet as ind,

w We s eep the sands of Araby,

And leave a world of slaves behind !

T HYMN TO HE STARS .

Aye, there ye shine, and there have shone,

“ " u In one eternal ho r of prime ,

u Each rolling, b rningly alone,

Through bo undless space and co untless time !

Aye , there ye shine the golden dews

That pave the realms by seraplis trod ;

' There through y o u e choin g va ult difl use

The song of choral worlds to God !

Ye visible Spirits ! bright as erst

‘ Youn g Eden s birth- night saw y e shine

u On all her flowers and fo ntains first,

Yet sparklin g from the hand divine ,

' ’ e smil d Yes, bright as then y to catch 13 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

e The music of a sph re so fair,

Ye hold yon high immortal watch ,

’ And gird your God s pavilion there .

Gold frets to dust y et there ye are ;

l Time rots the diamond there ye rol ,

In primal light, as if each star

’ Ensh rind an everlasting soul !

And do they not > sin ce y ou bright throngs

- h i One All enlig tening Sp rit own ,

’ rais d t u P here by p re sidereal tongues,

us Eternal , glorio , blest and lone ?

u wh Co l d man but see at ye have seen ,

Unfold awhile the shrouded Past,

t i s to - has been From all hat , what ,

r th e n The glance how ich, ra ge how vast !

The birth of time the rise, the fall ,

fl ovvn Of empires, myriads, ages ,

n n u w Thro es, cities, to g es, arts, orships all M nn s o r T E w C A S A L I .

s not e The things who e echoes are gon .

Ye saw rapt Zoroaster send

His soul into your mystic reign

th e d Ye saw adorin g Sabian ben ,

The living hills his mi ghty fane !

Beneath his blue and beamin g sky,

’ He w orshipp d at your lofty shrine ;

saw And deeme d he , with gifted eye,

The Godhead in his works divine .

And there ye shine, as if to mock

Th e children of a mortal sire :

' e ho The storm, the bolt, the earthquak s s ck,

' h e T red vol cano s cataract fire ,

u h and ame Dro g t, famine, plague, and flood, fl ,

’ ’ u e All Nat re s ills, and Life s worse wo s,

e u ou th e e Ar no ght to y ye smile sam ,

and s And scorn alike their dawn clo e. CA T A I J E 15 D E V V S O F S .

u Aye , there ye roll emblems s blime

' s us Of Him , who e spirit o er moves,

r Beyon d the clouds of grief and c im e,

Still shining oh the worl d He loves ,

Nor is one s cene to mortals gi ven

th e s u That more divides o l and sod ,

u d Than yon pro d heral ry of Heaven ,

Yon b urni ng blazonry of G o d !

FRAGMENT OF A PROJE CTED

OF A ON THE INFLUENCE F NCY UPON MYTHOLOGY.

Inspired by thee , the Grecian swain ,

’ us On some green cape s delicio brow ,

Gazin g Upon the glo rious main

s u That pread its p rple robe below ,

With eyes half closed in reverie ,

’ e th e i Has s en Ocean s K ng afar,

And the young Sisters of th e Sea

Floating around his pearly car 16 O F T D E W S C A S A L I E .

He sees their locks, that fringe the while

Wi th braided green the d eep they ‘lave

And that superb immortal smile

WV hich , where it lingers, lights the wave !

He knows the strain that swoons alon g

’ His golden East s vol uptuo us tide

To be the Nereides’ distant song

’ ’ Aroun d their Monarch s p ath o f pride I

s And there , as slumber heavier fall ,

Fond Fancy still his eye beguiles ;

’ s With Nymphs he tread the blue deep s halls,

u ! Or, with the J st, their Shinin g Isles

O O F R T THE FIRST SWALLOW THE YEA .

’ returnd Art thou , swift racer of the skies,

m To course the breezes of y lan d again,

And o ’ er these northern meads

To skim the new - born flowers ? F A 17 nnw s O C S T A L I E .

‘ e In what far zone while Vint r darkened here ,

Hast thou forgot th e tempest left behind >

O ’ er what stran ge seas displayed

- Thy heaven directed wing,

’ ud u l o v st fi the S mmer which thou so well ,

u h thou sh n the ills w ich hast power to flee ,

t ur And in some brigh sojo n ,

Thy vagrant bliss enjoy ;

w Where foreign skies with vernal sapphire glo ,

And deep sav annahs spread their virgi n store

u Of greenest solit des,

And never -trodden flowers ?

’ ’ c om st But, whencesoe er thou , alike receive

The lonely welcome of a simple lay,

From one who fondly strives

e his To weav heart in son g . ! IS T E D E W S O F C A S A L I .

’ u u s e Fleet pilgrim , bo nd to S mmer s fragrant hrin ,

’ ’ - s Tracing her flight o er ocean s dark blue zone ,

' WV h ere er her wing she rests

The girdled world aro und

e rO li et o f t I hail th e, p p hose fairy hours,

o ur s Ere long to dawn Upon hearts and isle ,

When Nature y et on ce more

W Her bridal robe shall ear,

t t e An d braid her resses wi h the glowing ros ,

’ u k And breathe profo nder azure o er the s ies,

An d bid old Ocean tu ne

M t u ore sof his awf l lyre .

n w ’ n Soo ill the thorn be hoar with May s rich s ow,

s e The lilac oon its flow ry plumes display,

And lithe lab urnums wave

d Their locks of pendent gol .

O 20 nE w s F C A S T A L I E .

These are thy tales ; and for them once again

! n Welcome, fleet Hal cyon of the Land Oh, lo g

Float on these northern winds,

And haunt our island flowers !

thee Enough of ; but there is ONE, to

u t Even thou, frail thin g of d st, canst lif

Of him , whose spirit owns,

G od In all His works, the .

’ 0 T e r fl HOU, whos word di ects the swallow s ight,

d h u Gui e of her pat , and g ardian of her way

Whose power Upholds her win g

' Thine own wide waters o er ;

n s ined Led by Thy love and by Thy stre gth su ta ,

we a l So may s fe y pass our stormy world,

th e t And reach shores of res ,

Th e summer land of God ! o r T L 21 D E W S C A S A I E .

THE HARP OF TEARS .

m W i t w Love , once on a ti e, h Sorro his bride,

’ Was amid the Nine bright Sisters choir,

i s And , as Sorrow was brush ng a tear a ide,

’ u It fell o n the strin gs of a M se s lyre .

s o ul Oh , the golden chords had a before ,

But the warm drop gave them a heart beside ;

L ‘ w And ove has hallow d the s eet harp more,

h is u Ever since it was wet by tearf l bride .

L O V E .

Oh Love ! what may thine emblem be ?

‘ Thine is the Sybil s branch of gold ;

Which gives us even on Earth to see

Elysium ' s glitterin g gates unfold

And elfin thine the foot of power,

W e u h e hos to ch can make t spirit glow,

L e th s th e ik e green rin g that gem moor, 9 2 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E

a An emerald in a w ste of woe .

u u w S ch art tho when thy path is s eet,

’ ’ An d l oads o er hope s delicio us plai n

' W u u u hen yo thf l hearts in m sic meet,

As summer winds the warbling main

u u s e S ch is thy power, when tho do t com

t w s Wi h wing of light and breath of flo er ,

' And waken in thy votary s home ,

’ w The lyre that rung in Eden s bo ers.

B ut Ah ! far darker po w ers are thine

To bid fond hearts in vain to glow ,

No rose to bloom , no ray to shine ,

An d lay young Hope in ruin low !

0 b aflil ed Love ! thine are the hues

That shroud in gloom the march of years ;

- s And , as the glow worm light the dews,

' l immerest Thou g on the dark heart s tears . nnw s o r C A S I' ‘ A L I E 23 .

S 'I‘ANZ AS EVENING .

u O f d un w th e s Clo ds purple rap we t,

And white mists fringe the cold blue hills ;

' ’ s s s The la t breeze sigh o er earth di m breast ,

his t One lone rook seeks distan nest,

s t And breath , con den ed from flowers at res ,

d W The reamy air ith richness fills .

As yet no dr op of s ummer dew

w d Bathes the bro n leaf, or bea s the flower 3

No solitary star looks th rongl i

’ The desert sky s pale mis ty blue ;

But solemn Evenin g queens the vie w

a An d D y an d Night revere her hour .

It is the hour for love b ut not

The hour for vain and vul gar love '

The Geni us of e ach tw ilight spot

e u f Whispers of lov d ones n orgot,

t ’ Whose spirits haunt th e hear s deep grot, . D E VV S 24 O F C A S T A L I E .

b Whose love will bless its heaven a ove .

It is the hour for thought but far

t u u Be ho ghts of g ilt, of grief, or gain !

’ s w ar Far hen ce be passion witherin g ,

’ c s s Regret, remorse , an d are har h j ar,

t Pride , hate, reven ge , an d all tha mar

The mus ic of the heart with pain !

But every sweet an d sacred glow

To this so ft hour of peace be given !

The sigh that speaks nor guilt nor woe ;

The tender calm ; the meltin g throe ;

The thoughts that brighten as they flow,

And w arble to the waves of heaven !

HYMN TO LIBERTY.

t o Sweet Liberty, wake thee ! too lon g h ast h u

b e so m to e on Can thy dreams dear, that they te pt sle p ? e s o r 25 n w C A S T A L I E .

rs u u Cast thy fette away , and the voices nn mbered

Of a glad world s hall tell that thy thraldom is done !

Oh shall not, ere lon g, that soiled mirror be shivered ,

Which is dim W ith the sighs of pale Glory for thee ;

d And the bright Sabbath dawn , in which millions elivered

Shall li-ft their first hymn to the God of the Free >

i i Take the w ngs of the morn n g, fly over the world

There is many a lan d where the tyrant is lord ;

not all u u u d Yet, oli shall in thy pro d flag be nf rle ,

And the tree of life girt by thy cherubim- sword ?

The Persi an who dared with the s courge and th e fette r

s - s ea In ult the free waves of the Hellespont ,

u s Did he do, sacred Freedom ! a ght wi er or better

Than thos e who lay scourges an d fetters on thee ?

in No, thy tides will yet rise their strength and their scorn

’ To w ash every vesti ge of slav ery away ; ' 6 ne w s O F T 2 C A S A L I E .

And W th e the thrones ill grow pale in light of thy morn ,

- d th e As the night stars are rowned in gold waves of day.

’ One flood of redemption will sweep o er the earth ,

- d u That thy own victor ark on the el ge may ride ,

An d the peace - hallowed olive will be the first birth

u u e Of the world when at length the pro d waters s bsid .

s u n Then , Oh then , shall arise , in its plendo r millen ial ,

’ The sun of free Tr uth o er th e mo untains of Time ;

u And Earth shall again wear the verd re perennial ,

s - And the amaranth she wore in her paradi e prime .

u ur Then at len gth in the wilderness fresh springs sh all m rm ,

Then at length in the desert stran ge roses shall bloom ;

r While each year, as it passes, will rivet yet firme

E u very bond of the rights which the nations res me .

' th e a e s Say not, think not, g , which the poet call Golden ,

Has passed from this bleak worl d for ever away ;

3 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

h s w Abroad in t ose wi nd , hich for ages have squandered

Their sweet breath on the flag of the despot alone .

s No more hall the Greek in degen erate terror,

Brook the scourge and the chain in the shade of the sword ;

No more shall the free wave of Salamis mirror

The colours that tell o f an Ottoman Lord !

In vain may the bands of the Orient environ

The hosts of a nation w ith glory on fire ;

- No slave will unhallow the death lan d of Byron ,

No freeman forget the last notes of his lyre !

And thou , too , Riego ! how fon d was the dream

That thy blood woul d cement up a half- fallen throne

That the s arts of the race thou didst rise to redeem

Only caught the proud pulses of hope from thy own !

t i - Thy pa r ot sword may be sheathed for awhile ,

’ But it yet will be drawn by a patri ot s hand, £39 nnw s O F C A S T A L I E .

And the Spirit of Freedom will look down and smile ,

’ t rantl ess As she waves her bright wing o er a y land .

‘ a u Over Sp ain s hu n dred hills, an d her be utif l valleys,

The cry of deliverance yet W ill be heard ;

s h er u , And th e serf i n h ts , an d the sl ave in her galley

s - Will feel their hearts leap at the paradi e word .

Forbid it that any unhallowed Alliance

Sho uld hold the crushed nations for ever i n thrall

That the few should lon g bid their imperial defian ce

i all ! To the reason , the fa th , and the glory of

i i u No ! mank nd will yet wake to a loft er d ty ,

Than that which enjoins them to sink into slaves ;

i W And the r eyes ill be opened , though late , to the beauty

Of Truth that ennobles, of Freedom that saves !

fi Thy rst steps, lovely Liberty ! sometimes may falter

i u But thy march w ll not cease , nor thy banner be f rled , T 39 D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

Till thy conquering han d shall have reared a proud altar

’ To the God of th e Free o er the thrones of a world !

Z E STAN AS ON TH EX ECUTION OF GENERAL RIEGO .

' n t u U gra ef l Spain ! Riego s gone ,

Can lives like his be given in vain 3

it u th son Was for no ght y gallant ,

? The last of Spaniards, died for Spai n

ou Go hail , before y iron throne ,

The royal traitor 's abj ect reign

i u Forget, forg ve , a realm ndone,

’ ’ ' The invader s sword , the vassal s chain

B ut ! b e no , wron ged lan d it cannot

Tho u w ert not made the clime for sl aves

h u et T o y hast sons who feel for thee ,

’ V v l i o m but the yoke bows not depraves .

The stranger’ s eye from far may see

There sleeps a storm o n Span i sh wave s ; A 3 1 D E W S O F C S T A L I E .

The lordly race will yet be free,

’ u freem ens Or pro dly rest in graves .

What tho ugh along their lovely land

u his The venal Ga l steed has driven ,

To bind again with ruthless han d

> Her chains, for one bright moment riven

Her gray Sierras still command

A thousand scenes to glory given ,

’ Where Freedom s flag will y et be fan ned

By all the winds of smiling heaven !

Riego ’ s gone and Spain on ce more

’ a nod Obeys princely reptile s ,

’ Who claims (th e tyrant s only lore )

The right to wron g the world of G od :

A meaner miscreant n e ’ er before

’ On God s free world to scourge it trod ;

Alas, that such have power to pour

The blood that stains a despot’ s rod ! 2 T A 3 D E W S O F C A S L I E .

As die the brave , Riego died

With Freedom‘s Martyrs lives his name

But rt ‘ oh ! that, stretched in ma ial pride ,

His corse had graced the field of fame !

’ u ff Yet R ssel s nerve the sca old tried ,

And Emmet met the tree of shame :

‘ ’ R e si h d oun d each dark spot where fre dom g ,

u e of S ch memories twin a sword flame .

’ Riego s sword is broke b ut not

Lost is his glory near or far ;

His deeds shall yet be unforgot

In future fields of happier war;

In the freed peasant’ s peaceful cot

His praise shall wak e the sweet guitar ;

’ u n me h is While Bo rbon s a gore shall blot,

His own shall shin e his country’ s star !

And thou , his land ! thy Pyrenees

Where they not pil ed to r fence th e F ree ? ’ DE i S O E 33 W F C A S T A L I .

Still wilt thou drain the bitter lees

Of woes and wrongs for years to be ?

e Rise in thy might arise, and seiz

' The birthright long w ith el d from thee ;

And so und in e v ery Spanis h breeze

‘ The dirge of buried Slavery !

L OF THE FIRST TA E LOVE .

e t r Ah, see wher the ende tale is tellin g

th e To her downcast eye glad tear rushes,

The deep sigh of bliss from her bosom is swelling ,

h er i us s ! An d cheek , half averted , is burnin g w th bl he

’ Nor yet does she open her heart s recesses ,

u and Half do bting her joy, half believin g ;

Iii secret the s pot an d the moment she blesses

Bu u u t her lips faintly m rm r that men are deceivin g.

WV hil e l k u r e l , oo in g fond tri mph , her raptu d over

t on o s Presses the arm tha his rep se , e o r E . 34, n w s C A S T A L I

u d i s co w r Reads in her mien what no ton gue co l d ,

And tells her her path shall be all over roses :

s And brightly as swell the moonlight o cean ,

u - When the breath of a sweet s mmer night floats over ,

t So heaves her fair bosom with tender emo ion ,

her r So soft on her ear fall the words of love .

but u Oh, who has felt or fan cied the pleas res

A moment of love so p ure can awaken >

t its And what is the w orld , with its oils and treasures ,

That for it thi s fl o w eret of Heaven is forsaken ?

,

i W G ve the lover, ith her whom he loves at even

To rove by the stream of their o wn dear valley

To the cold hearted world be its vanities given !

O ur i - fl o w ers i l fe is too short with its sprin g to da ly .

ON AN OF LINES WRITTEN EVENING JUNE .

’ e Oh , tis soothin g to list where the lon woodlark sings,

In b ul e ’ e the eautif haz of a summer day s ven ,

36 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E .

And lay open , where, radiant in glory and love ,

The los t blossoms of Earth in their o wn Eden bloom !

WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT .

T “ h e u ou u can ever look p to y beautif l arch ,

Where the moon shines in holy and hallowing li ght,

And the planets lead rou nd her their radiant march

Through t h e shadowy depth of the azure midnight ;

Wh o e u u can ver look p to those beautif l orbs,

d Nor ream that he breathes in a world all unkno wn ,

u s Where the m sic of heaven his spirit absorb ,

And thrills from a heavenly heart to his own >

Oh th ese are the mom ents to dream on th e dead

An d think where each dwells in his own happy i sle ;

And the tear that in these blessed moments is shed ,

on the e Leaves a trace heart n ver left by a smile . ' ‘ ! 3 7 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

To THE FIRST PRIMR-OSE

Child of the earl y year,

Thy stormy lullaby

’ Sweeps o er m y ear

' the u W In r de in d s wintry sigh.

’ Thou l ook s t in beauty forth

s To tell the tale of pring,

E re yet th e North

Has u nfurled his cloudy win g

s In other zone to rei gn ,

Through polar p in es to roar,

And las h th e main

u On the s llen arcti c shore .

The winds thy cradle rock ,

i To the r stern melody,

As if to mock

At thy pale fragility . ne w s o r 33 C A S T A L I E .

Yet there thou bl oomest on

L h ike wort by sorro w tried,

Rearing its crown

Mid the storms of time and tide ;

th e And lookin g to sky ,

Where all su ch flowers Shall wave

(No more to die )

In the winds beyond the grave .

ON SEEING THE NAM E O F ROBE RT EMM ET W RITTEN

P - ! IN HIS OWN HAND U ON ONE OF HIS SCHOOL B OO S .

h w as he t T is written when was a ligh gay boy,

WV li o se voice was to fire the listening band

h e s Of t brave who aro e, with tearful j oy ,

- For the rights of their desolate father land .

u Ali , little he tho ght when he traced those words,

u That his sun sho ld go do wn in a sky so dim , O F D E W S C A S T A L I E . 39

‘ ff u h is ds That a sca old sho ld break heart s fine chor ,

And the grave of the felon be d ug for him !

u Ah little he tho ght, when he wrote that name ,

u a t - It ever wo ld c as a talisman spell ,

’ T o u u awaken the bl sh of his co ntry s shame ,

That in vain th e Wallace of Erin fell !

i n Yet happy death, since he now no more

w t t u Shall gaze , i h a hear to madness st n g,

On th e c urs e that w ithers h is parent shore

t And the ears from her friendless milli ons wrun g ;

Sin ce he no w no more can share or see

The chai ns from the depth of his soul abhorre d

m The chains of the race , who he rose to free,

When he drew in their name th e sacred sword !

u Co ld he now return, an d behold the lan d

For whi ch he had felt with a lover’ s love ‘ 40 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Co ul d he hear a nation in vain demand

e The mercy den ied , xcept above ;

’ Coul d he fe el the weight of his co u ntry s load

h See her fields of deart , and her homes of pain

u fo r d He wo ld hate the light the scenes it sho we ,

And kneel for the boon of a grave again !

And was it for (nought that he breathed his las t

By the death the brave most fear to die

u u t W t u - That victorio s G il i h her tr mpet blast,

Gave h is name to th e winds of infamy

— ' Has he w o n but th rs that over his tomb

u e Even Hate for a moment bl shed to smil ,

And t u hat they, who h ad sealed it, mo rned the

Of him who died for his Orphan Is'le >

B e lieve it not ! Oh , rather believe

t ke o n h That his spiri , l i those of the Saints igh , W’ T 4] D E S O F C A S A L I E .

The cloudy glooms of the grave will cleave

From beneath the Golden Shrine to cry !

Nor yet in the earth will his free bloo d sink

s s u t m It hall ri e ere lon g in a fo n of fla e ,

' \V hil e r a n ation s hearts of the bright wave d ink ,

0 0 \V h1ch for ever murmurs of his name !

th e h And arp , too lon g i n darkness hun g,

L ’ Shall awaken in iberty s sunbright smile ,

' Till her Martyr s meed of fame be fl ung

Upon all the w inds of his o wn Green Isl e !

F OR THE L DIRGE AST INCA ,

S u sed to be sun b a Per uvian ar d at the Tomb o Atahual a ppo g y B f p .

Gods of Peru !

Say, can ye view,

' U rav e our ? nmoved, the g tears bede w

Is it in vain 42 T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

u On mo nt and plain ,

> We pour the blood, and pile the fane

Tradition sings

That from you sprin gs

royal line of S un- born Kin gs ;

Yet here we pine

To dust consign

last of that immortal line !

b ut Had he died ,

u In pl me d pride,

‘ s A warrior death , his ranks beside ,

Less wild might flo w

The streams of woe

’ i n O er one so laid glory low .

But th us to fall

Bereft of all

That s trews with flo wers the princely pall

D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

‘ An orphan people s hearts have bled :

They live to moan

u l Ro nd yon pa e stone ,

O ’ er the last Inca’ s buried throne '

Calm be thy rest

Amon g the Blest !

By kin dred hands thy co u ch be drest !

Eternal flowers

Perfume the bowers

That shade thy soft an d golden hours !

I see the gloom

Pass from th y tofnb

I hail thy bright and blissful doom

What sacred fires

Shall warm thy Sires,

When deathless air their Child respires '

In some green glade 45 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Famed Manco ’ s shade

For thee a wreath divine shall braid

r His ba ds shall sing,

In shadowy ring,

A welcome to the Stran ger - King !

Alas, in vain, — My heart my str ain

Would veil in h Op e the face of pain ;

I think alone

Of glories gone ,

‘ — ‘ An empire s wreck a stranger s throne !

In sighs, the lay

Expires away

Peru has clo s ed her splendid day '

u What tho ghts rebel ,

I may not

! Dust of my ing, a deep farewell !

E G o r T 4 D E W S C A S A L I E .

SERENADE .

\ Vhen winds to rest are sinkin g , love ,

d ew - n And flowers the fall drinki g , love ,

M y tho ughts to thee

For ever flee ,

’ un b o “ c h arm d n ' Ro d thy er a rin g li king , love

s t its There they peed like the shaf to mark , my

t t m At the mee in g of ligh and dark , y fai r,

‘ - At the lover s day dawn ,

‘ When th e moon s on th e lawn

th e And nightingale sings for the lark , my fair !

r “ w is hen not a ave foamin g, love,

u b ut s And no ght Pas ion roamin g , love ,

Let thy tho ughts W i th mine

In tw m e memory ,

At th e s s u l mi ! oft weet ho r of g oa n g, love

w th e i h st s T hink of me hen br g t ar lave , m v fair,

th e t h e r And dance in stream y pave , my fai ,

As if every star nn s o r T 47 w C A S A L I E .

s m Had hot fro afar,

To hold a ball on the wave , my fair !

‘ u s s While all in bea ty hining , love ,

And all at rest reclinin g, love ,

Rem ember him

Whose heart is dim ,

st In the mid of peace repinin g, love !

to And when in thy bower heaven , my fair,

t Thy spirit at ni gh is given , my fair,

Let th y p ure tho ughts rise

To their kindre d s kies

In u a prayer for the heart tho hast riven , my

L AMENT o r ALCE U S UPON THE ANNI VERSARY o r HIS

B Y REJECTION SAPPHO .

s n In vain , ala ! i n vai

My n ative main ,

Thy glad waves roll i n light and m us ic nigh : D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Unlike himself of yore ,

ae Al c us seeks thy shore,

’ ' To muse on Sappho s lyre and Sappho s eye .

Once more the day of gloom ,

Whose mournful doom

t fl o w Gave me to tears , renews heir bitter ;

ff Once more A ection mourns,

’ As o er its wreck returns

t w The wave hat laid its treasured all belo .

’ Love wails on Memory s shore,

For Hope no more

’ ’ u b ut Deep s nk in time s, not oblivion s wave :

Lost as may be m y all,

Tis sweet yet to recall

- The tender Past, and wake its tear green grave .

d a No more , on this sad y ,

My silent lay C 49 D E W S O F AS T A L I E .

leave the Past to sleep without its

But m from y heart, though dim

’ Like the sad shade - bird s hy mn

u melt in solit de melodious flame .

’ Albeit non e livin g e er

The strain may hear,

It soothes to weave the sorrow- breathin g

Though vain as is the dirge ,

’ u Borne o er the reckless s rge ,

' s For tho e who rest the gray deep s caves among .

Lone Lady of my soul !

m a Lon g years y roll ,

But m w al l still , oh still , y heart ill be thine

Still as these hours return ,

Shall purer incense burn,

And holier myrtles wave around thy shrine !

0 fl h, as this day oats by , 50 T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

Will no t one sigh

u ? Be given to him , thro gh time and chan ge thin e o w n

Will not thine eye be dim

t With on e brigh tear for him ,

‘ s s u Ph ao ns fl o w n> Whose love yet la t , tho gh love be

Sad heart ! it is thy lot

To be forgot

But never to forget the golden past :

Of thee no relics d well

’ In her youn g memory s cell

No shade on her one thought of thee will

Yet still that magic n ame

u Shoots thro gh m y frame,

m wakes y heart, as breezes sweep the lyre ;

! Still , still, alas I feel

The wound no time can heal ,

d e ee n fire An in sweet madn ss f d the wasti g .

s o r 52 a C A S T A L I E .

’ ’ is T not Ambition s wind,

That swells her stately sail ;

’ d Tis not Reven ge impels behin ,

Nor Interest wakes the gale :

Another, holier breeze

’ Speeds her march o er the billo ws blue ,

As she sweeps the Grecian seas

’ Her country s hest to d o 5

' ' ’ h b reath d The sighs that ave o er Cannin g s grave,

’ ’ ! Hav e w ing d her co urse o er the ocean - wave

The Eagle of the Deep ,

With the lightnings in her hold ,

Has spread her strong wings forth to sweep

' O er th e glorious waves of old !

Joy to those for whom they strike !

Woe to those on w hom they fall !

But hail to the smile and the tear alike

For THE WORLD shall exult i n all

e w - And bless the hour, wh n her hite sea win g 53 a s o r CA S TA LLE .

\Vas spread from the Is les of the Ocean - ! ing !

to u Bid her welcome yo r shore ,

- Ye sons of hero sires ,

the With the flash of swords of yore ,

And the sound of you r ancient lyres !

u With the sho t of the free and brave ,

u i With the son g of the yo n g and fa r,

0 th e . welcome keel that speeds to save

And the high hearts b eatin g there !

Let the echoes of glad Thermopyl ae

Repeat th e Hail from the distant sea !

Oh that the soul of Greece

Might re- inspire her frame

With the lore of war and peace ,

With freedom an d w ith fame !

Oh that her streams‘ might roll

’ U nstaind their glens alon g !

Oh that one freeborn poet’ s soul N E O F T 54. W S C A S A L I E.

h Mig t pour one freeborn son g,

To bid the immortal mo un tains stand

Memorials of a chainless land !

The ho ur has come at length

That never comes in vain

a h as Degener te Greec e tried her stren gth ,

And riven her Asian chain !

t Then speed hee nobly forth ,

Prou d Eagle of the Sea !

An d bear the th unders of the North

To set the Orient free !

tu Re rn not, till new glory smile

Upon the glorious M ain and Isle ! ’ B t mfi Bf (Safital il .

AL B O O K I I . H I S T O R I C .

minus of (s ustain.

THE TEN THOUSAND AT THE SACRED MOUNT .

' C nax a s They had seen y field ,

Where they fou ght so vainly well

' u u r eel d For, tho gh back in ro t the foemen ,

Yet th e princely Cyrus fell !

Co uld it aught avail to them

That the Golden Eagle fled ?

’ u Susa s He who fo ght for diadem ,

’ Was amon g Cy nax a s dead ;

’ Their p aean had drown d the parting groan

Of him who stru ck for a grave or throne !

They had heard Euphrates rush

In the might of his o w n deep wa v e ;

They had seen the infant Tigris gush

From his far Armenian cave ; 58 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

They had seen the Ephesian pile ,

but The of the mountaineer,

And fou ght thro u gh man y a red defile

s s With the lin g, the shaft, and pear :

f s O their brave ranks, ome of the bravest

ss In a namele grave of forei gn clay .

Underneath the snow - born pines

th e W Car d u ch i an s Of ild hill ,

‘ They nad tho u gh t of their country s wines

By the foeman ‘s icy rills

’ s t u At the eagle scream , they had ho ght

On the i i igh ti ii gal es of home :

“ " “ u u s u u t Co ld s ch , they had a ked , be the l re that wro gh

Upon Greeks from Greece to

As they tho u ght of the ho ur when they blindly sol d

‘ u s s Ten tho san d sword for a tran ger s gold .

' They are scalin g Th ech e s side

’ Their v an is o n Th ech e s brow

S 60 D E W S O F C A T A L I E .

u u At the sho t, the eagle sw n g

From his eiry far away,

And the Col chian pheas ant sprung

From his dark wood to the day !

All bri g ht fell the westering sun

’ On the warriors moving arms ;

w as By file Upon file the height won ,

Till an Army’ s glad alarms

' Arose as if life and liberty

Were in one far glimpse of a stran ger- sea !

It was lon g ere the echoes were still

That arou nd and afar replied

Long ere on the Sacred Hill

ut i The sho s of a myr ad died .

u Then rose the f ll tones of a lyre ,

’ And a yo un g voice s w el l d the sound ;

u Every eye thro gh its tears shot fire ,

‘ As the warriors th rong d around ;

They leaned on their spears in a trance d o c a T L i E 61 p aw s r s a .

M ute as the Nine round the Delphic King .

” as T w a pale Greek girl , whose han d

th e s There strayed deep chord among ,

’ ’ w h o o ur d th e s And p in tranger s, land

’ The soul of her cou ntry s s ong :

L t w as th e igh wan to dark of her eye ,

As it flashed on the di stant sea '

’ She swept the strings tho ugh h er breast th robb d

With a hand all firm and free

w as th e and u s And rich voice , pro d the train ,

She gave to the W inds of the Euxni e Main :

— — All hail all hail tho u glorious Sea !

These b urning tears alone may tell

t t Wi h what deep joy I welcome hee ,

An d s ee th y bl ue Elysi um swell — Again again - as if my so ul

hared i n thy o w n exul ting roll ! T 62 D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

t We have been s rangers all too long ,

’ F o r I was born the Ocean s child ;

To thee I gave my early song,

WV ii en hope and home aro und me smiled

et L t u t f Ere y ove a gh , in lands a ar,

’ t th e s t V i To race crim on s eps of ar.

’ I saw th e light in Homer s i sle

And every island child is thine ;

B ut never did thine azure s mile

s o v Seem , even to me , all di ine ,

As w t V now, hen firs I iew once more

— ’ Thy face th e pledge of dan gers o er !

D ear to the free thy chainless waves

And I w as born among the free ;

Lon g have I breathed th e air of slave s

u t t and t B t s ill , oh s ill , to thi ne hee

u u M y h eart wo ld t rn , and pine to gaze

s t as r . Upon hee , in ea ly day D E XV S 63 O F C A S T A L I E .

s aw th e Ca ster W I sweet y ind,

’ s s th e u t I pa ed broad E phra es flood,

’ r s w t r s c hhfe I hea d if Tig i behind,

’ On “ l l d Araxes banks I stood ;

B ut all their w aters m il d in vain

My heart w as on the free bl ue main !

O ur o ur tas d vows are heard , k is one

V it to rs ! th e sea befo re y ou lies !

t t is The amaran hine wrea h won ,

h at W ith th e d y in g never dies !

Yo urs W ill be memories to in spi re

’ ’ s the l ! The patriot heart, poet s yre

’ u l i t s Yo r arms have a Phasis bank ,

‘ New to th e s ou nd of Jas on s name ;

And warriors ! yet yo ur victor- ranks

’ “f th e ht ill dim lig of Argo s fame ,

\Vhen yonder deep s hall idly foam

Behind the barks i t wafted home . 64, T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

Farewell the fear of foreign graves !

' not ou Tis for y , in hostile earth,

th e us s v s To mingle with d t of la e ,

Far from th e bright lan d of yo ur b i rth ;

u r t No ! share , where yo r f ee fa hers died ,

’ t ' ! Their slumber s peace , heir memory s pride

— Pile high the trophy l et it stan d

utu th e t In f re years tale to ell ,

’ t u th e How hro gh proud barbarian s land ,

Ye fo u ght your way so redly well !

’ Where is the Orient s sword or chain ?

The Myriad see th e Main again !

THE L ANDING OF AGRIPPINA WITH

or ASHES GERMANICUS .

The wide beach seemed al ive

So dense was the crowd it bore

It looked as an armed host 1mi ght strive O A S TA LI E 63 D E W S O F .

s In vain to reach the hore .

The yo ung and th e gray- haired stood

The s hel v ni g sands along ;

The rocks that looked on th e ocean - fl oo d

Were rife with the gazin g throng;

Nor co uld s ex or age o ne foot res train

th e u s From dark h man ma s that banked the main .

t r The Ci y, where Maro died ,

Had sent forth all her thron g

Nor thes e alone to the full beach hied

B ut th e Land that loved h is song

u t th e Po red for h , from cities afar an d near,

u ds th e Her tho san to Bay,

’ st ress d th e Till the foremo , p by crowding rear,

Often tou ched th e span gled spray ;

They heeded it not —for each heart an d eye

\ sk Vas fixed where the bri ght deep lined the y .

Calm an d soft w as the morning hour ! 66 o r T D E W S C A S A L I E .

\V l i i l e the Day - kin g Upward rode

u as h is And the b rnin g East, he left bower ,

L s ea ike a of opal glowed .

Cal ab i ian a The green pl in ,

’ Th e s t de erted Ci y s pride ,

’ The a s expanse of Adri s apphire main ,

' And th e far hill s misty side

w t s o All glo ed wi h a light, ri ch yet mild ,

It s eemed as on Earth the S un- god s miled !

Yet h is s miles to them were no ught

t u s d For , of all tha co ntle s ban ,

No t u u t u a brow, ndimmed by the clo d of ho ght,

’ s th e Might be een o er peopled strand .

t s Silent hey gazed , or poke

‘ i V ith m u u a low and o rnf l tone ,

nd us A , in every wan and anxio look ,

’ Was a tale of hopes o erth ro w n

n The robes of th e tomb on each breast were see ,

An d the sunk eye told of the grief within .

n ‘o r A 08 n w s C A S T L I E .

her And the eyes of all wer e on alone .

the She neared marble pier,

And veiled on her deck was seen

A sight to claim a Roman tear

’ The Cae sar s widowed ! uee n!

‘ In her arms she clo s ely press d

A Vase in a sable pall ;

fu s t And the neral robe , on her ately breast,

Might be s een to rise and fall ;

While around her knees with their yo ung arms twin e

Tw o n . u orpha hopes of the J lian line .

Proudly she stepped to lan d

In de s pair she forgot not prid e

And there from the Vase with a wasted

She drew th e pall aside

’ ’ T w as their Hero s golden grave

Was it thus they hailed him h ome ?

d — Famed, feared , and love the beni gn , D E VV S 6 O F C A S T A L I E . 9

’ Had he only risen on Rome ,

L u u s u t ike a bea tif l tar, for a brief ho r brigh ,

To leave them wrapped in a sabler night ?

As from th e fatal Vase

’ th e s d She drew dark veil fol ,

The sun W ith a clear and ghastly blaze

Ill umined the Urn of gold :

It seemed as th e sad gleam broke

Some s pell whi ch had h ushed the throng ;

For to one W ild cry th e echoes woke

The reso undin g shore s along !

it s th e Over land and main welled gale ,

‘ And it ru n g like th e voice of an Empire s wail !

Oh , there was in that cry

What str uck to the heart like a knell ;

’ ’ th e u t s Twas b rst of a na ion agony ,

As it bade to Hope farewell !

Despair spoke in the sound 7 0 D E VV S O F C A S T A L I E .

‘V l i i c h t u s u like h nder ro e and r n g,

As t s u d if the wa er a voice had fo n ,

’ And the hills an earthquake s tong ue :

‘ W d s So ild was the wail o er ear hope vain ,

The tall mast r ocked on th e trembling mai n !

- t Even the war worn veterans wep ,

Nor bl ushed for th e tears they s hed

O ver him whose d ust for ever s lept

In that narrow golden bed .

They recalled whe n h is eagle s flew

On th e banks of th e reddenin g Rhine ;

‘ Nor less when his l au rel l d le gion s drew

' th e u d s To Roman Th n erer shrine ,

A nd t b h i s s , wi h five royal ba es in plendid

’ u t w ar He graced the pomp of his co n ry s .

— ’ And she that Hero s wife ,

The dau ghter of their gods

\ t Vho had left to share his mar ial life, 7 1 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

’ Her Sires au gust a bodes

As t her hey gazed on , anew

ty t - s u The pi ing ear drop pr n g,

t t t i s o u To hink ha a spir t, hi gh yet tr e,

Should be th us from i ts pro u d hopes fl un g

That th e asp sho uld thu s u nheeded gl ide

' st u s To the bower and brea of a Conq eror bride .

t u Yet amid hat mo rning crowd ,

r s ut sh e Tea le s and m e moved ,

Thou gh her handmaids rou nd her wailed

She mourned as she had love d !

Tears were too w eak to prove

The g rief that swelled her so ul

’ u s l o v The depth of a pro d heart lonely e ,

’ ‘Vhen th e death - waves o er i t roll !

She clasped th e Urn to h er b urning he art

One kiss ! the dead and th e desolate

The noble st of th e land T 773 D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

Received the sacred trust ;

And , ran ged in a sad and solemn band ,

They bore the imperial d ust

t Wherever they passed , there brea hed

Incense from altars round ;

And th e flowers of the grave, by fair hands wreathed ,

’ u u u Were strown o er the mo rnf l gro nd ,

Tl l l the glorious d ust at length fo u nd room

’ ’ T b er s b a On the y anks , in the C esars tomb .

THE TWO DREAMS OF J ULIAN

In his pride the sun went down

On th e gilded waves of Se ine ;

And the crescent moon on tent and town

Shed her pearly light serene .

A sl umberin g army lay

’ us Lu Under h hed tetia s w alls,

n ’ Who had filed that mor , i n arm d array,

u Thro gh her streets of festal halls, ne s O F T ' $3 w C A S A L I E .

T “ u u r here la rel h ng over eve y door,

‘ s s c atter d t k And flower were heir ran s before .

‘ 111 There s a light the palace bower,

‘V h ere th e lone gol d cresset gleams

th e u Far beyond midnight ho r,

u w t t n Tho gh i h fain and wani g beams .

“my b urn s so late and long

The lamp i n that chamber hi gh ?

o th e u Why al ne , ami d sl mbering throng,

Doe s the Ca s ar wake to m use and Sigh > — He has d ared h i s fate h e h as staked

’ For his father s eagle flies in Gaul '

u th e u b y He had fl ng p rple ,

B ut i ts spell remained behind ;

For th e mien of con s ciou s majesty

Is no t vu th i ts robes resigned :

On h i s pale b ut prin cely brow

strl fe u The of his so l was shown , o r 74 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

’ s t fitful By the cres e s faint and glow,

While he paced his bower alone :

th e th e u d As the sage, prince , or s bject swaye ,

- H IS heart like a pl ume in th e war breeze played .

L t u t his u u t on g he ho gh on f t re pa h ,

th e s us On peril he m t brave ,

’ ’ s t s On an empire love , and a tyran wrath ,

t t ’ A throne , or a rai or s grave .

t At len g h , on the regal bed

u u us His limbs the A g st threw ,

’ ’ d “ 1th fev er d An d woo , a heart and head,

‘ Late obh v io ns welcome dew

’ t h is u u h i m furl d He slep with p rple aro nd ,

He dreamt like the kin g of the Roman world !

’ seem d For he , in that broken sleep ,

‘ Rome s awful Spirit to V l eW :

ou t R nd the Form , wi h slow and stately sweep ,

A dim phantom - eagle flew

76 nuw s o r C A S T A L I E .

’ But th e the soul , that feels hero s glow,

f Will not long be chilled by ear.

h is He started from sleep,

t u Wi h his hand pon his sword,

th e to And he swore by Roman Jove , keep

The oath in his deep heart stored

t That , before he shea hed the sword he drew,

' The S un- bird of Old sho uld its youth renew

w An d ell he kept his word,

' As his Co untry s page can tell !

From the field s of Gaul the Imperial Bird

’ W in d s W and g a la t flight ide well .

B ut alas ! while the path he

h i s t u Which name wi h a pro d wreath twines,

’ The apostate left his fathers God

For the Gods of a tho us and shrines

u him And never had Tr th a foe like ,

‘ Under whom an Empire s faith grew dim . ns E 77 w s o r C A S T A L I .

Behold him once again

O n the bare Assyrian sands,

‘ Enc am d p on the midnight plain ,

With his brave, but broken bands

u Ah , little their leader tho ght,

t ' When he left sof Antioch s bower,

th e he u That eagle , in whose shade fo ght,

’ Should fly from a rival s power

the That, ere twice he passed Tigris wave ,

He should find a red untimel y grave !

’ sml d In his imperial vest,

t Wi h the march and the fight outworn ,

hi m He had laid down to rest,

Till the first faint blush of morn ;

B ut scarce did his eyelids close

When the same unearthly Form

From his troubled soul arose,

Like the lightning from the storm ;

But the purple garb it had worn before 78 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

u Was aro nd the spectral Shape no more .

u l In its place , a f nera vest

’ S ecm d th d to sweep e Form behin ,

’ Of the h ue which robes a father s breast

‘ For a child to the dust c onsi gn d ;

’ c onceal d Its folds his face ,

w as And his brow to earth bent,

‘ seem d u As he , with a slow an d mournf l

’ To part from the Caesar s tent ;

But the Vision gave no partin g look ,

Nor a word the dreadful silen ce broke .

From his cou ch the Monarch sprun g ;

‘ He rush d to the open air :

Instant athwart the night was flun g

A meteor’ s awful glare !

Th e faces of those o n watch were dyed

VV ith a bloody light, yet pale withal ,

and The tents of the sleepers, far wide, ne s o r CA S TA L X E 7 w . 9

u ] Were involved in a sang ine pal ,

And the Emperor deemed among the stars

He had seen the frown of the Roman Mars '

There are times a dream can sink

The spirits of the bold ;

B ut the Cae sar di d not shrink

From th e fate th us d arkly told

ti um ets u He bade his p so nd ,

He bade his eagles fly,

He move d on his o wn death - ground

Like a king to victory

’ B ut the Parthian dart was aim d too well

The King of the World in glory fell !

He fell in a nameless waste,

But his dust coul d not repose

In the land where he breathed his last,

’ In the earth of his Empire s foes :

Where th e limpid Cydnus stream 80 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Reflects proud Tarsus near,

’ ar d u They h ave re a tomb , f ll oft to gleam

’ \Vith the soldier s generous tear

They have graven the marble with Julian‘s name

But his noblest epitaph is Fame !

THE EVE OF SALAMIS .

no ZE aean There rolls wave o f all the blue g ,

u u u d B t m rm rs glory to the sacre shore ,

Recallin g when the loud triumphal paean

’ Was heard the Salaminian waters o er ;

‘Vhen the delivered o cean proudly bore

The victor fleet in glad disorder on ;

Each patriot gazin g on his land on ce more ,

th e and Free , by fi ght so newly lost won ,

run Her race of science, fame, peace , liberty to .

bi in n Tears, g tears , filled many a m a ly eye ,

’ u e S ch tears as consecrat the warrior s bay , 81 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

While the Delivering Navy gallantly

a Swept on , magnificent in disarr y,

th e ; Scarred with dints of battle Glad and gay,

They rode the waves by them immortal made ;

With plou ghs of vi ctory furrowing the bright spray

t ’ To be thenceforth wi h Glory s harvest spread,

Whose amaranthine sheaves each bro w in fancy braid .

s - It was a sight to warm the slave heart core ,

To see th e Fleet of Freedom onward come ;

To note the proud strokes of the meanest oar

That sped the victors of the Orient home ;

- To watch , by fits , along the sun lit foam ,

t Shield , helm and corslet flashin g fas and far

’ \V h i l e t , ere he lef the rich West s golden dome

- The Day god checked awhile his sinkin g car,

d s And breathe the steeds of light to hail the fini hed war .

Moments, replete with glorifyin g thought !

Ye in yourselves condensed the life of years ; 82 O F T D E W S C A S A L I E .

W u u u ht Born of past triumph , an d ith f t re fra g

‘ t a Kindlin g an iris o er departed e rs ,

And u scatterin g in bright hope the clo dy fears,

u - s u u ! Which veiled thy th n der peak , F t rity

L as s ight they disperse , break and disappears

’ u - s s fire- t The mo ntain mi t , when Day first shaf s flee

’ u tu u tu u s ea WV id e o er the joyo s earth an d the m l o s .

u No head was there by conscious fame nraised ,

but l h W t u No eye ig tened i h nwonted fire ,

u As on the crowded stran d the conq erors gazed ,

us w r s M ing on home and ife , f iend, child , or ire ,

Perchan ce some Grecian loved one : Coul d she

’ Of that d ay s loft y tale ? Would no t her hand

- l Awake . ere night , her lon g neg ected lyre,

his w u y Blendin g n ame ith the nd in g band ,

Whose swords were drawn to fen ce the dau ghters ofth ei r land

All cau ght the glad contagion even the pal e

vs ou nded d An d warrior raised his drooping hea ,

‘ 84, ne s er w C A S T A L I E .

’ ’ Lon g as Oephisus an d Eurotas wave

men Mourn for the , the days, the deeds of yore ;

n u Lo g as one column marks the glorio s shore ,

’ Or one lon e flower waves in green Tempe s breeze ;

’ So long thy shade shall float those waters o er,

Thy n ame be voiced alon g thy native seas,

’ Ath ente s ! pride and shame famed , fallen Themistocles

Napoleon of the East ! like him the first

’ o in e Am n g the foremost, while Freedom s n am

’ Thou l ed st the v an of battle like him nurst

Upon the lap of Glory wherefore shame

? c ause The breast that fed thee and the disclaim,

Which gave such l ustre to thine early sword ?

Was it for souls like thine to sink their fam e

Amon g the satraps of a despot lord,

And pile with tr aitorous pomp a parasite ’ s vile board >

Thy mom w as bright with Freedom w herefore spend

Thine ev e of life in leagu e with Tyranny ? 85 D E VV S O F C A S T A L I E .

May not the river, where its wanderings end ,

u P ure as the yo n g waves of its fountain be ,

And mix u ns ullied with e ternity >

I know not ; b ut the tongu e of all time gon e

Proclaims, if Man be blest, if Earth be free ,

Not by Ambition must the deed be done

u w Which still for some vain ga d ill leave the goal un won .

’ Frail gains ! eventhere Ambition s high pul s e

then Even a cloud obscured that noble bro w,

’ ‘ As gl ancin g back o er the deep s star - dropped swell

His eye surveyed the grandly m o urnful show

Of Asian ship s and captives Greek han ds row

The torn imperial galleys l Did the sight

Remind the conqueror how Fate sways below

The cypress an d the laurel > Be what m ight

i , t s i n The shade it came pa sed h s eye as wo t grew bright.

‘ u m Yet well s ch scene might pro pt the gazer s breast,

Ho w m n Ti e and Cha ge the rule of man disown, 36 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

And bid th e victor vail his stately cre s t

' At iron Destiny s imperiou s throne

L s d u ate on those deck the Me ian pl mes had flown ,

Anticipatin g victory now they bare

s t In bond heir vanquished lords, while. many a moan

t Of bleeding Persians, fain ly heard , declare

to them a How dark the eve , iii Grecian eyes so f ir .

’ thro n d and s There were they g , the satrap the lave ,

t t Forgot their bondage , and extin c heir pride ;

’ Followin g, not sharin g , o er the glitterin g wave ,

tr u f e d The i mph of the o s so oft ecried ,

' The sl and er d s ons of freedom : Some belied

a ll t u l to t Grief, by fel not, str gg in g con rol

u Tho ghts of the fair b abe , and the fairer bride ,

L w Ch o as es eft where thy kingl y aves , p , roll

’ s u S weet waves ! all wormwood no w to the fon d exile so l .

‘ u o il d b Oh tho sp minion of bar aric power ,

Degenerate Asiarch ! could thin e ey e behold

D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

u War calls its locusts p to waste the land,

Which violation only can make his .

u Woe , woe to those who seek their balef l bliss

In wringin g tears, blood, curses, from their kind !

Who, to reven ge the happiness they miss,

d a nd d Enthral the bo y degrade the min ,

‘ ’ An d with a w ro ng d world s sighs load the lam entin g wind !

B ut t ye, the men , who with heir stren gth have striven,

What wreath for y ou shall Li berty entwine >

Y u w o r n ames will glo l ike stars alon g the heaven ,

Instinct with immortality ; the line

Of tuneful spirits will your deeds ensli ri ne

In lays that live for ever : while forgot

w d u Or orse, recorde an d acc rsed shall pine

‘ s u The tyrant memory, yours will ha nt each spot,

win which to or die was once your glorious lot .

The men of Marathon are gone ; b ut yet

Their trophies light the unforgotten plain 89 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

' The sun that l ook d on Salamis is set ;

B ut who dare say its warriors fou ght in vain ?

s of? Greece , when she cast her i gnoble chain ,

V V l ll call their spirits from the sacred wave,

u u b a And t rn to conq er on the same right m in .

st Hail and farewell ! ye everla in g brave ,

Who there to servile life preferred a splendid g rave !

u u ' Bend from yo r clo ds, shades of the mighty dead

Hear from your waves the m usic of yo ur fame !

’ f d Soon o er the ields and seas, where once ye ble ,

n u May loftier lyres tha mine yo r praise proclaim ,

The lyres of Grecian freemen ! May each name ,

‘ Which Time has given to Glory, o er the bowl

’ u The bowl of peace rel me the patriot s flame ,

’ h e t u Kindle the fires of t rap poet s so l ,

u h ech oin a es ! An d wake the son g whose tones thro g g‘ g roll

33 mmof (eastern.

U S N S E T .

Ere yet above the verge of earth the sun

H is task has en ded and his circuit run;

Ere yet the solemn evenin g deepens o‘er

Skies pure and soft as dreams of days no more ;

S u Condensing all the plen do rs of the past,

t a nd Day gives one glan ce , the lovelies the last

‘ s t s t Seem wi h a lover gaze on ear h to dwell ,

And bid the world it loves a fond farewe ll !

' ' rol l d Still , o er the west in cloudy glory ,

A crimson ocean ebbs in waves of gold ;

Still to th e upland and the hill ’ tis given

To revel in the golden smile of Heaven ;

Still o ‘er the woods a partin g halo thrown

o Bathes them in hues less earthly than their w n,

H ne s o r at w C A S T A L I E .

‘ u s And even in g steals o n nat re s calm repo e ,

Like Death on Beauty brightest in its close !

u u Yet, fair tho gh passing fair the gentle ho r

h as u th e d It pon heart a sa dening power,

m th e A elan choly charm , which fills eve

h s t u th e s Wit tear we feel wi ho t wi h to dry .

The ri ch yet tender ligh t that ro u nd distils

The h a l f~ trans arent u p bl eness of the hills,

’ u That o er the horizon wind with gracef l line ,

r And glo w like ea ly hopes, in vain d ivine

’ The las t Vibrations of the w oodbird s lay

B reathin g the requiem of expiring day

The brook that seems in pensive light to glide,

And c urb th e m usic of its own sweet tide

Th e as as leaf, still lips that breath e no more

‘ ’ (l w t s is The ower, hose date wi h yonder sun o er,

‘ h at S r pa klin g seems in mo ckery yet to bloom ,

And woo the radian ce of a splendid doom ,

l s to Al all unite their pells , as if show

ne o r 96 w s C A S T A L I E .

L S T A R I G H T .

There come no seasons there : our earthly year

m w s Varies from prime to fall , fro flo er to snow ,

And each new month fresh trophies still doth rear

the t s To Change , vic or of all field below ;

B ut ye, oh ye , fair heavens ! for ever glow

u u t In the yo ng glory of yo r na al morn ,

WV h en first th e realms of space were bade to kno w

’ i Their starry k n gs, Creation s earliest born ,

Who should for aye on high yon sapphire thrones adorn .

Thus did ye shine upon the faded past,

u u u Th s will ye shine on far f t rity,

With livin g light, an d beauty born to last

WV h en the least earthly things of earth shall be

- Passed , like the oar foam from the settling sea :

“ ” Eternity is you r sweet ho ur of prime ;

Ye smile at ages ; for your destiny

i Hath bathed you in some sk ey Styx , that time

ub Might blench no golden tress, nor dim on e eye s lime . 9 7 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

o u ! Shine on shine ye radiant Thousand , shine

t Ye hos s of heaven , whose everlastin g march

Is one end uring tri um ph ! Ye divine

am etli stine Memorials, on the y arch

Of Nature graven by God ! Oh ye w h o parch

The hearts of d ust for what they may not know ;

u Temptin g yon az re wilderness to search ,

As if some glad oasis there did gl ow

’ ut . Twas b a bright mirage, and will for aye be so

Famili ar strangers ! Ye who from our youth

o ur Gleam on eyes, to prove how dark and blind

u u o ut u Is h man tho ght, where Fancy ekes Tr th ,

And shadowy dreams usurp the place assi gned

’ To life s realities, from which the mind

Flies to ideal worlds, peopling the stars

WV ith shapes of love and beauty far behind

The truth of their bright mystery, which it mars,

’ Because it may not pass Fate s adamantine bars. W D E S O F C A S T A L I E .

u fi The bl e Paci c of Infinity,

’ G emm d with the s acred islets of the ski es

s l u o Each i le a wor d p n a sapphire sea,

And every world perchance a paradise

There only that sweet vis ion of th e wi s e

And tuneful of past times is not a d i eam ;

t s u s There only do ho e Blissf l I les arise,

‘ mu u th e u Whose fame yet rm rs on M se s stream ,

’ B ut whose pro ud shades did ne er o n mortal waters

Z ’ Say, ye who shone on oroaster s eye,

And lit the midnight: towers of golde n Tyre ;

‘ u t Vho smiled more p rely, from a sof er sky,

’ ’ O n u Helen s grave and Homer s wakef l lyre ,

w al l u not Have ye kno n , and m st man aspire

u n e To a ght beyo d him ? Shall no arthly ear,

r h u Drink, at dim midnight, f om your s inin g q ire

Empyreal music ? Can we not draw near

And read the sta rry tale of y ou mysterio us sphere ?

100 D B W S o r C A S T A L I E .

s t S weet, pas ing swee , to fill those far abodes

’ ‘Vith scenes more bright than this dim world e er knew ;

WV ith beings no bier than poetic gods

V Vith winds wh ose breath is bliss with streams whos e h ue

as u u u Pales the clear diamond , they m rm r thro gh

Evergreen wood s to seek a deep more fan'

‘ f t Vith sacred lowers, that shed immor al dew

u u d Ro n d the p re feet of them who wan er there ,

s m u ' On tarrier skies to se , in happier fates to share

ut d B sweeter far to ream that in some world ,

’ u Some distant world , that gems the bl e ni ght s dome ,

’ ’ S i t furl d The p rit s win gs, on ear h in darkness ,

. May woo the soft winds of a lovelier home !

u u m u - As Bea ty spr n g fro the p re ocean foam ,

May not Truth float on the rich depths of son g > !

u > B t w here , oh where , would fon d conj ecture roam

O ur cl ueless phantasies may stray too lon g

i and The labyrinth ne bowers of Night Heaven amon g . T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .

P L M Y R A A .

The past the past the hoary past

It rises in its youth again !

’ ’ s O er Syria s de ert, void and vast,

I see the Lord of Israel rei gn !

From the green lan d of palms arou nd

The roofs of ancient Tadmor rise ;

And Syria‘s breezes waft the sound

Of Zion’ s holy melodies !

Behold the bearded Hebrew bend

’ To w rd the far land Jehovah gave ,

‘ ‘V h i l e strains from Israel s harps ascend

First heard by Siloa’ s distant wave !

See the pale maids of Judah dan cin g

m In an y a lone an d palmy bower,

u s fi e Their glorio s eye with dark r glancin g,

‘ Beneath their own rich sunset s hour !

’ It fades it fades the dream is o er,

’ no I see grey Tadmor s roofs more . 100 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E .

w s S eet, pas in g sweet, to fill those far abodes

WV i h ‘ t scenes more bright than this dim world e cr knew ;

WV ith beings nobl c r than poetic gods

With winds wh os e breath is bli ss with streams whose h ue

s d as u u u Pale the clear iamond , they m rm r thro gh

Evergreen woods to seek a deep more fair

fl o w ers With sacred , that shed immortal dew

u u d Ro nd the p re feet of them who wan er there ,

us ! On starrier skies to m e , in happier fates to share

ut to d B sweeter far ream that in some world ,

' u Some distant world , that gems the bl e night s dome ,

’ ’ S furl d The pirit s wings, on earth in darkness ,

May woo the soft win dsof a lovelier home !

u u m u - As Bea ty spr n g fro the p re ocean foam ,

May not Truth float on the rich depths of son g >

u n t > B t w here , oh where, would fon d co j ec ure roam

O ur cl ueless phantasies may stray too lon g

and The labyrinthine bowers of Night Heaven amon g .

102 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

i a ! Aga n gain in other y ears,

’ On Tadmor s site behold ari s e

The youn g Palmyra ; bright she rears

Her m arble crown in eastern skies !

dim s Lon g had she slept i n repo e ,

’ S c o rnd or forgot by empires rou nd ;

‘ vV h en ne w - like a born star, she rose ,

' Brightenin g the w aste s remotest bo und :

' Commerce had b reath d its q uic kemng breath

’ ’ O er th ose lone lands on Syria s plain ;

She rose fro m darkness an d from death

! Alas, magnificent in vain

Soon th e far sons of every land

! d ix in her m arts, a varie thron g !

‘ w o ersw ee s s t d As wave on ave p the ran ,

They cro wd her splen did streets along

e ai r To breath for gol d her distant ,

n India an d Greek forsook their home ;

An d Mithra’ s votary greeted there

The servant of the gods of Rome . ne s o r T 103 w C A S A L I E .

Now thro ugh th e b uzzin g mart drags on

’ Its c u inb rous len gth some b urth en d wain ;

c h afi n No w from his g barb , anon ,

An Arab marks th e stra nger train :

The beautiful and haughty steed

u h is neck w d C rves fine , and champs the in ,

And s hows even th us wi th what free s peed

! He fl un g th e W il derne s s beh ind

‘ s l en th en d Next wind the g carav an ,

L re t i o us s t aden with every p ore ,

u r u t By Nat e given , or wro gh by Man ,

’ m fav o ur d s On any a far an d hore .

' Rich Indian spi ces there are mu d

' V r i th treas ures of the eastern bee ;

And costl y vases breathe bet w ixt

G ums fro m the incens e - bleedi ng t ree

w t s S eet da e from many a grove of palm ,

’ G r sunn d t t apes on many a dis an vine ,

w t Are blent with amber and i h balm ,

\ u u t and erfu ’ d Vith n wro gh gold , p m wine 104 ne w s O F T C A S A L I E .

There too , the won ders of the loom ,

That weaves the purple wealth of Tyr

’ Are piled o er caskets which inh ume ,

‘ c r stal l d Rare gems, like drops of y fire .

Movin g in lon g and docile line ,

L h ue ike their own kindred sands in ,

’ to w r ds c The camels, their wel ome shrine ,

u u u u u File the vol pt o s sub rbs thro gh .

Fair was the scene that met aro u nd

' The weary traveller s brightening eye ;

D ear to his fainting heart the soun d

Of livin g waters warblin g nigh

’ h u ne er can m sic breathe so sweet ,

u No not the m sic of the sphere ,

t As those cool tones, when first they gree

The desert pilgrim ‘s fevered ear !

heard Nor alone those fountains well ,

Oft gleamin g through festoonin g shades,

r Clear as they left thei rocky cell ,

es They gushed, or fell in bright cascad ,

106 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Magnificent the parting s un

u fans Ill mes the pile , the , the tower,

Or rests in loving light Upo n

e The gr en crest of the glowing bower,

High o n whose s till and summer b ougli s

’ The Orient s b urnin g nightingale

m h is V s Hy ns to crimson love his ow ,

And s d us s b id her o oro sigh exhale .

‘ ’ vV ith so ftend s ou n d the waters fall ;

On the calm su nny air th e cries

Of toil and trade have died , and all

’ h ush d u Is into a q iet voice,

A h um still , wide , that breathes of peace ,

u And well beseems the gentle ho r,

’ u s When for a while life s l abo r cease ,

An d Evenin g brings her golden dower ,

u ! Calm , happy ho r an d when more bright

t m w Did thy sof presence glea belo ,

fi t Than when , all glori ed wi h light ,

Palmyra’ s piles gave back thy glow > 107 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E . — They fade the last rich gleams of day

Fade in the red d us k o f the clinic ;

And s oon th e stately streets are gay

' s and u With light , m sic s festal chime

W t The bowl is twined ith fragran flowers,

u l The banq et spread in many a ha l ,

’ And joyo us fleet th e rose - c ro w nd ho urs

‘ t O er many a brillian festival .

Yet some there were who stole fro m thes e

s s b ut To cenes le s bright, far more dear,

ts l Their hear of lone iness to e ase ,

In solitu de of sweet s hades near ;

V o o ed th e u V by ho r which lovers love ,

ut s u u When bea y look most bea tif l ,

And when the soft light from above

Has power all dreams but one to l ull ;

th e cl All save that one , earest far

m a t Of all n dreams benea h the sky,

his s Brightening life , as some weet star

L t u m urni u ri n igh s p the cold wave g by. 108 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

e Palmyra th n had shades as fair,

' his er d As ever heard the w p tale ,

staiu l it Where no s ound broke the air,

Save m usic of the nightin gale .

All silent now ! The starry wings

Of Midnight wrap th e lonely plain ;

The murmurs of th e sleepless sprin gs

Alone dis t urb her solem n reign .

u u Oh full of gorgeo s gloom that ho r,

‘ ! r r th e W t e e e it falls , ide world round

It gives to every s cene a power

To stir th e soul with thou ghts profou n d ;

u t s s With tho ghts hat, like idereal strain ,

u Are all nheard the bri ght day lon g,

But - when Night breaks their fountain chains,

Gush forth at once in mystic son g !

’ Yet ne er on scene more grand, more fair,

’ Look d u Midnight from her p rple throne ,

h T an that, which slept beneath her there,

l l O D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

By sto nes that lon g surviv e al l clay

There yet the proud tombs stand in scorn

Of the forgotten desert- born !

A STROLL IN MARCH .

Tis rather early yet to talk of Sprin g

B ut u every thing aro nd m e looks so vernal ,

’ u That I perforce must sport a c ckoo s win g,

(Not without View to the Colonial Journ al

Yet, since even May is not no w quite the thin g

‘ s Which in earth golden prime was n amed Etern al ,

I own tis somewhat antedating time ,

u in th e To b ild stormy March h al cyon rhyme .

Yet Us a tr ue Spr ing day ; and if exc use

d ue t Were for singin g when an d wha we please ,

u u I think I co ld a decent o ne prod ce ,

In spite of hedge - ro ws bare an d leafless trees

use Besides all rhymers claim prescriptive , ne w s o r 11 C A S T A L I E . 1

Present and futur e to confound at ease ;

Of old one n ame involved both Bard and PrO pli et

’ w m u ff it T as a war cloak , I wonder who co ld do .

’ B ut to my theme : Sprin g s own delicio us essen ce

t Floa s on the golden air, an d breathes along

' ‘ t s The hear , which thrills (be it a bard s or pea ant s)

b t u b ut Till life is liss, and ho ght is all song ;

u The very verd re deepens its presen ce,

’ u s n An d Nat re hoary bro w agai looks young,

u u While Heaven appears like a bl e sea nrolled ,

“ u - u To cleanse the vapo rs of this sin worn mo ld .

s W l sl l ed So oft the breeze , as if it to prove

c an th e How March whisper in breath of May ,

z e li r fi Albeit the p y nd no rose to love ,

\

Nor sweets to ride fro m the white - thorn spray

u d - Tho gh no fon love song wake the shadeless grove ,

‘ s t k firm am ental l ay Down hrills the bli he lar s ,

' From the red furrow sounds the rook s far call , 112 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

' e - And tinkl s clear the hedge rill s diamond fall .

m th e I love that sound of waters, fro lone

u urn And gentle murm r of the woodland ,

’ u To the proud ocean s gran d melodio s moan ,

The dirge of ages n ever to return

‘ m u Fro the sweet river s calm vol ptuous tone ,

e To the foam chafing in the granit churn ,

”Where from its high stand leaps the fall below

u In many a column bright of liq id snow.

u e m S ch things were sw et fro childhood : I have pondered ,

u u th e Whole s nny ho rs beside amber brook ,

’ Chan gin g to gems the sands o er which it wandered ;

And , though from earli est years I loved a book ,

r Yet better far, where one dear stream meande ed ,

I loved to seek some lone and leafy nook ,

m Drea in g indefinite thin gs, until beat high

e n e s My y outhful h art with stra g mysteriou joy .

114 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

u Sho ld any wit presume to call them so ,

L Hun ' et him take choice of Vandal , Goth or

o n us l aurel w If Parnass one poor gro ,

Or if there be one drop in Helicon ,

I am determined b ut as yet no matter

m “ I think we started fro the sound of water .

u u That so nd is eloq ent, wherever heard ,

And rather apt to make me talkative

’ in ink sti rr d I mean , for I am seldom

A v i va r ace u tterance to give

u s To tho ght , as dear as starli ght to the bird

That seems for ni ght and sol i tude to l l V E '

B ut u ! no w adie , digression and apology

’ u u a I turn to st dy Nat re s gr n d Phrenology .

u Il ow splendid sleeps on Cawsan d lone and pro d ,

u The s nny snow ! save where it lighter fell ,

th e s un Or where has thawe d the mountain shroud,

Or w ind or rai n dissolved the Sl l V el ' spel l 115 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

’ th e li i l l s There only is dark face allowed ,

By glimpses of its own rich hu es to t ell

’ J ust as a Spanish Do nna s veil discovers

Only one eye to make an d madden lovers .

D ear to my heart that mountain stern and

’ Beneath its s hade a mother s early years

a t d P ssed from her bir h an d there , while yet a chil ,

' ’ She gave her father s grave an orphan s tears .

r t t u Oh b ea hes here one , who never was beg iled

To love like me for so methi n g that endears

a the ut u s u m More th n bea if l , or the bli e

The s w eet localities of olden time >

th e s un t u F o ss b ury More near li gh s p green ,

Where banners waved of old and warriors fell ;

w i ts firs D ark to ers coronal of on high ,

T “ l u hi e bl e beyon d the distant moorlands swell ,

ti u And brown beneath , n ged with faint verd re , lie

“ ’ - The young corn slopes that fen ce Our Lady s Well , 11 6 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

w S eet Spring ! on ce sacred to the Virgin Mary,

t an And wor hy y virgin , nymph or fairy !

An d now I turn me from the distant s cene

im os m is t u To note things less p g, it r e

The pale smoke fadin g in the sky serene

From the lo w cottage almost lost to View ;

’ u - el fin The plo gh boy, chan gin g Nature s green ,

’ e - As twer by magic , to a red brown hue ,

Thinkin g I dare say (unpoetic sinner)

u d nn Of no ght in heaven or earth except his i er .

There seems up from the sunn y earth to pass

u u u A trem lo s film of fine transparent ga ze,

Bright as the beads that crown the champagne glass,

An d cl ear as fro s t that on the snow- drop thaws ;

of as Floating in waves elemental g ,

A l ucid veil of crystal air it draws

Over the face of Earth like th e pure glory

’ un in Ro d some grey martyr s brow pictured story .

118 D E W S O F ( ‘A S T A L I PL

One lonely violet o ‘er the streamlet’ s brink

L eans, the blue prophet of yet fairer hours,

When a new world of bloom an d balm shall drink

us The dews of Sprin g , and in her tho and bowers ,

The so ul o f Love shall wake the breath of Son g

‘ w I t Vith hich close , as mine is somewha long .

A SEA- SIDE REV ERIE .

H t ow light and lovely is hat partin g hour,

' VV h en s w atli ed utu sun , in lambent gold , the a m nal

n s V V est h i s and Ce tre Upon the pomp power ,

And tells i n glo ry that his work is done !

H ow deep th e joy i n s u ch an ho ur to sh un

th e All that expandin g spirit might control ,

’ u her th e o w n An d f ll of , heart s loveliest one ,

w u s Where the ide waves their glorio s ve pers roll ,

u s ss To m se the voiceles thought, and gaze the impa ioned soul !

The shoreward deep l ike molten emerald glows ; 119 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

The distant b urns with qu iverin g rubies gay ;

‘ ’ its th e c rim so n d As , o er bower of green , rose

air th e d ay : Shoots into , an d trembling drinks

Each keel that gaily plo u ghs th e crashin g spray

Furrows its cou rse in foam and ligh t behind ;

- Around th e bark careerin g sea fowl play,

‘ Wi th sidelon g win gs to woo th e breeze i ncl i n d ;

' - s W d While the hoarse ship boy s s ong float mellow in g on the i n .

u d ts s Pregnant w ith light some sprinkled clo l e well ,

‘ ur s s il l umi i ed \ s t In b ning i let , o er the Ve ,

’ Lo n ta th n s u s r g to re in lingeri g n fa ewell ,

s m r s d Like th e la t smil e of Love o n Grief i p e se .

Day b ut u as i t s n s to t sinks , tri mphs i k , res ,

L u n u th e ike Virt e lighte in g thro gh grave to Heaven .

Y e t rt W t st even on Ea h , hat more than ear hly ze

’ S su n- n To the rapt pirit s ward glan ce is give ,

While th us it springs to drink the gl assy gold of even '

A world of light an d music ! Many a breeze 120 O F D E W S C A S T A L I E .

Pants on the wave , and trembles to the shore ,

- dim h n Whispering its love tales to the p g seas,

‘ And fleeting, soon as its light vows are o er .

, u Oli these are ho rs, when the free soul may soar,

u to a I n dreamf l blessedness, climes bove,

May join the beings it had loved of yore

u In starry spheres of clo dless l ight an d love ,

Where through the bowers of bli s s th e immortal fountains rove !

* M onn ! w u w Lo , the proud t hose form, in gracef l s eep,

u Dyed with the last h es of the year an d day ,

‘ u - C rves , like a forest rainbow, o er the deep ,

s u e ? Which heaves, all foamle s, ro nd its shelt rin g bay

u Pilgrims of Bea ty ! ye who , far away,

Roam w here poetic deserts sadly smile !

Gaze here and own Can distant cli mes display

A scen e more rich than yonder gorgeous pile ?

Oli ou unrivall ’ , ere y leave her, search your own d Isl e !

For who , with human heart, could ever roam

122 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Some more majestic and unearthly tone ?

’ A stran ge deep sound , Day s momentary dirge ,

’ At whose lone voice the w aters h ush d their own ?

’ It s eem d the sighing and sepulchral moan

Of Syren , wailin g in her sparry cell ,

’ ’ O er powers and charms no lon ger fear d or known ;

m erm aid ~ v oic e And wild an d sad that did swell ,

’ As u th e s u , o er the d sky heath , di tant f neral bell .

’ ’ ’ Tis h ush d ; an d o er the darkenin g waste once more

’ I - hear the waves, and sea birds desolate cry

t The nearer wa ers melt into the shore ,

While their far verge is blended with the sky

The star which lovers worship gleams on high ,

And , traced in glittering fragments on the main ,

Binds Heaven and Ocean in a golden tie

Type of that bright and more than mortal chain ,

’ n L s Which links you g hearts, where Love and ove s weet

! witcheries reign . meme of a mateur.

BOO! IV Dl DACTIC Sc DEVOTIONAL .

126 o r T D E W S C A S A L I E .

The flowers of this world were rou nd

B ut in more than earthly bloom ;

’ ’ ’ The bird s lay m ix d with the river s so und

’ B ut w av d u it a brighter pl me ,

t And san g with a voice more melting here ,

b ut t t Than ever was heard in hat swee air .

It was seldom peace came o ’ er

A breast to the war- fiel d given ;

’ He loved to muse o n the battle s roar

And the steed o ’ er the dyin g driven

Yet the lone and lovely scene

Fl un g over his heart its calm ;

is b s H eye was mild and his row erene ,

As if s ome mysterio us balm

S s s o n] H ad been prinkled over his tormy ,

- An d bidden its war w aves cease to roll .

t t d A momen here he stoo ,

’ No more Ambition s slave , D o r 127 E W S C A S T A L I E .

u o f d Entran ced by the so nd the warblin g floo ,

th e it s And light of shining wave .

At length to h is wonderin g train

The voice of the King was heard ,

B ut its e s so chan ged in ton , that they wi hed agai n

To dwell on each silver word

W e will trace this mystic stream to

” . it If be indeed a river of Earth .

its Against course they strayed ,

u Thro gh meads of the softest bloom ,

’ l While the breeze , o er the fairy stream p ayed,

w u Dre from it a strange perf me .

w t S ans, whiter han ever were seen

’ th e unfurl d Their wings on wave ,

i Or san g, from the r bowers in the islets green ,

Son gs meet for a fairer world ;

u n us The lot s in unk o wn l tre blew,

’ An d the rose seemed starr d with elysia n 8 12 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

The scene, at each step they took,

Still became more wondrous fair ;

Oh, at that bright stream a single look

Were enough to heal despair !

th e At len gth, they saw where river dived

Underneath a l ustrous wall

’ e arriv d Of gems, an d the Kin g at a gat

Wrought of burning diamond all :

b Trees within , unnamed in mortal owers,

’ Dr0 0 d p under the weight of their splendid fl owers .

The eager Kin g struck lon g

At the radiant gate in vain ;

But at length within a voice of song

Replied to his call again :

‘ Wh o has traced the sacred springs ?

Who knocks at the blissful gates ?

n ’ Alexa der, King of the wide world s Kings,

“ Too long for an entran ce waits.

“ > Too lon g, proud spoiler return thee home ,

130 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .

Before him a Veiled Gift threw :

“ L ” “ et this, said the Seraph , a token be ,

” u s s - Tho hast tood so near the Paradi e tree .

he C h is T onqueror reached camp ,

Of th e strange adventure full ;

But how did the gift his warm ho pes damp

' Twas the fragment of a skull !

this m > W as but this Is y prize it for ,

That I stood by the Rai nbow Wall

ss That I heard , Up on the winds of bli ,

’ The musical life - stream s fall >

e What this may mean it wer vain to try,

” Unless the Giver himself were nigh .

u d h e k J st as the wor s spo e ,

’ An Old M an enter d there :

e His stren gth by the weight of years was brok ,

And in silver flowe d his hair .

i . u Yet his brow, t o gh pale , was high ; O F 13 1 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

u His form , tho gh frail , was grand ;

u s i n And the l ight of yo th yet fla hed his eye ,

Tho ugh the staff w as i n his hand

h u th e th e u He passed t ro gh midst of co rtly ring,

A d d in calm sweet tones addressed the King

“ L th e l t ord King , Immorta s Gif

Has that whi ch passes show ;

u t u to t Tho gh ligh eno gh for a babe lif ,

It w outweighs all the wealth belo .

L u t et the balan ce strai ght be bro gh ,

And the gol d of th y rich stores laid

it al l W u t Against ill be as no gh ,

\ t t d " Vi h that ligh fragment weighe .

’ u u in u rol l d The treas re was bro ght, an d heaps p ,

’ ‘ B ut th e bone w ei gh d down the Conqueror s gold !

“ t I see hee , Prince , amazed

At the marvel I have shown ;

’ rai s d But know, the more the pile is 132 DE W S O F C A S T A L I E .

ft The more will the Gi sink down .

Wouldst thou ask me h o w or why >

I have come to answer all

e the cell o a human e e That bon is f y ,

c a And it on e cont ined a ball ,

u u Whose thirst of gain no ght ever co ld slake ,

Though the Sea had been changed to a Golden Lake .

" “ the Can there nought, said musing Kin g,

" “ To sink the rich scale be found P

’ Th e Old Man stepp d from th e tent to brin g

A turf from the broken ground

He cru mbl ed the earth on the bo ne

Down sunk the golden scale

“ Behold, proud monarch , the moral shown

Of thine and of every tale !

’ Wh en the dust o the rave shall sea i o er f g l t ,

” he nsatiate e e can desir e no more T i y .

" My guards ! Alexander cri ed

ne s o r 134. w C A S T A L I E .

T THOUGHTS ON HE INFLUENCES OF RELIGION .

u u u How p rely, alon g this bea tif l stream ,

I have seen the rays of the eve - star play,

’ l ov d As if there they had in peace to gleam ,

\V h ere they found a mirror as fair as they !

ou How sweetly, within y lonel y grove ,

I have heard the hymn of the wood - bird ring

L th e n ike so g of a bird from a bower above ,

Only lit upon earth to rest her win g !

th e u How ri chly now , as s nbeams sink ,

The golden waters in music roll

Oh the lingerer there might almost think

That the wave superb had itself a soul !

P ure shone that star

B ut how p urer far

Etern al hope and her glories

Time ripples away, o 135 ne w s r C A S T A L I E .

B ut its t s waves , as hey tray,

‘ Are gemm d with th e light of elysian

S w eet the greenwood strain

B ut it m elts in vain

’ the reft one s ear in th e trance of pain

n The so g is of heaven ,

To which it is given

bind the heart that the world has riven .

Rich the evening wave

That the su nbeams pave

B ut no w aters of Earth m ay the stained heart

th e d s b u On Wor right gro nd ,

Can alone be found

t u The rivers that warble redemp ion ro nd .

t Go thi her, an d there

Sin , fear, and care ,

\Vill leave the spirit, serene and fair ; 136 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

And the foot, that has trod

h al l ow iii That g sod ,

Will press for ever the flowers of God !

L L MORA INES .

Floating down the current of time to the tomb ,

u We hallow too m ch the flowers on its side ,

As the Indian does the frail fair bloom

Of the lotus that drinks of his sacred tide .

u But thus sho ld we part with the pearl of heaven ,

To treasure o n earth its rifled shell

u u Or is a ght so precio s by this life given ,

That we bid to the other a glad farew el l P

Oh think , amid all thy flowers , how soon ,

Son of Earth , the adder may cross thy way

Ho w u n q ickly, amid the blaze of noo ,

The cloud of th e grav e may eclipse thy day !

138 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

’ O er the last of vanquished days,

’ “ Rearing, on the west s blue shore,

To his God one trophy more :

he r e Golden banners are twining ,

’ Ther e ud a roll d rich clo s, like rms, are

u Fiery arms that b rn in shining,

Shield of light and sword of gold .

Pause and view y o u pile sublime

On the field of conquered time !

u W Pa se and look , ith no vain gaze,

Where goes down the las t of days

Read the moral writ in fire

’ On the day s proud funeral pyre .

Life is like the vanished sun;

run Swift as that its race is .

’ u veil d Like the clo ds, which the azure

’ ass d Of the day for ever p ,

Tears an d trials dim the pleasure

u . Of man s ho rs, until the last 139 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Trace and learn the lore sublime

On the scroll of parted time !

Enter, like the lord of day,

b ut On thy brief, lofty way .

u u Scorn , like him , each d sky clo d ,

“l eaving rou nd a transient shroud

s Pa s, like him , serene and high ,

On the march that wins the sky :

So shall every cloud su rrender

its u All gloom at evenin g ho r,

V er iii u g g, in one pomp of splen do r,

’ Ro und th e light that spurn d its power !

s th e u List, oh li t, voice s blime

From th e grave of buried time !

SORROVV S AN D L CONSO ATIONS .

f v What is there in li e , when the isions of hope ,

L ike ice in the sun , are faded , ne s o r 140 w C A S T A L I E .

th e fi An d heart, un t with the world to cope,

Is oft by the world degraded >

Child of the dust ! the heartfelt tear

May cleans e that sinful shrine ;

And over the drOps o f holy Fear

The rainbow of Hope may shine .

‘ d oom d What have we in life , when to mourn

u That Yo th was ever believin g,

’ When over the livin g, as o er the cold urn ,

We grieve that Earth is deceivin g ?

’ th e t One Child of ear h ! there s above ,

7 ’ “ 110 heals the mo urner s grief:

s rta Forget the orrows of mo l love,

” s H And eek at is han d relief.

Th e sprin g that waters the desert of Life

Flows bitter with Death and Sorrow ;

- 142. W o r D E S C A S T A L I E .

“ na Nay, y , the radiant Stran ger cried,

“ ” u If this be a Heaven , Oh it is not o rs !

’ w s i h d So , regaining his reath , he flew on , and g

For his own glad land of immortal flowers .

u al l u t Next he fo nd , in a clime s nny wi h fame ,

A Bard who could darken the heart too well ;

‘ The bright Visitant as k d h im his worl d to name

“ In a moment of gloom he replied , a Hell

“ u Oh no , tho ght the Seraph, though newl y come

NV el l I n is know that either of these here .

‘ resum d So again he his shining crown ,

l Too bri ght for the eyes of a twi ight sphere .

L u ast he lit before one , whose eyes, tho gh dim ,

’ ‘ WV ere fix d on the tale of Redemption s birth ;

him Asking what the planet was called of ,

“ him its n e The old man told am was Earth . o r 1 3 D E W S C A S T A L I E . 4

“ " “ Happy they, said the Seraph , who dream it no Heaven ;

“ “ “ Happy they, said the Seraph, who make it no Hell ;

“ ‘ For tis written above, that to them will be given

” l use E ar th l 1 Who sha l it as , with their Go d to dwe l

M RY E HYMN OF A MAGDALEN .

u Glorio s Father ! lo , before Thee

Bends an errin g child of clay ;

u H mbly there she dares implore Thee ,

That her feet no more may stray :

t L Hear in pi y, ord of Nature !

Since o ur fr ailty Thou dost know ;

u Lead , oh lead, Thy pardoned creat re ,

’ d u Where re emption s fo ntains flow.

’ u O er my so l an d all her errors,

i Pity ng stretch Thy golden rod ,

Shew Thy power without its terrors

Call the suppliant to her God : o r S D E W S C A T A L I E .

Bid the tardy gleaner gather

In the livin g field of heaven ;

Let the prodigal a Father

Find in Thee the past forgiven!

Never more shall sin ’ s dominion

Then enthral this ransomed breast ;

n e Heave ly hope shall spr ad her pinion ,

Earthly passion sink to rest

Never more in pleasures idl e

’ Shall my spirit s lamp decay ;

’ But to Christ s eternal bridal

Light my steps and cheer my way !

THE FALL or THE LEAF

t Not a flower is lef for the vagrant bee,

- The evening winds have a dirge like sigh ,

And the changed leaves han g o n the mo urnful

e i s Like fals fr end waitin g the time to fly.

146 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .

s s and Tis a cen e as the tars mountains old ,

’ And yet as the Spring s first ro s es new '

’ th e t Tis a tale from da e of Eden told ,

t u sa d u Yet s ill , tho gh , it is dear an d tr e .

' o ur l ook d We look , as fathers of yore,

f On the fadi n g wood and the falling lea ;

” We read the book they have read before ,

’ “ And our hearts run o er with the joy of

h A lig t comes back from the m ystic Past,

u Which shines on the so l with a beam of power,

And thaws the ice that the world had cast

‘ u O er the fountain of tho ght in a colder hour .

We hear a voice which whispers that we

The fate of all that we mourn m ust feel ;

u That scared the verd re of Hope must be,

’ And the Autumn of Age o er the worn heart O F 147 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

s al l And Oh , that sadde t an d worst of ,

The darkest sand in the time - glass shed

' Every leaf an d flower of Life s tree must fall ,

Their green bloom withered , their sweet breath

e u Alas, that Pl asure sho ld only give

u Her elixir p re in an icy bowl ,

t u s Which mel s at our to ch , as we vainly trive

To cool the thirst of the fevered soul !

w Alas , that the things most dear belo ,

Like the Autumn leaves should fade and fall

- That the bleak death wind should over them blow,

And waft them each to the rest of all !

To the r est o all B ut f where , Oh where ,

Is the goal of all that breathe an d die >

u ai r Waves not the spirit, in p rer ,

The w in gs she sml ed in this cloudy sky > 148 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Is no l e utu s there bright and , wh re no A mn sear

The verdure of Hope and the bloom of Love ?

u u Where ns llied by sin , undewed by tears,

Life ’ s roses sparkle in bowers a bove >

' There M AY BE r th e o of , esponds v ice Earth ;

“ There o f IS, deep warble the harps Heave n ,

The grave may give a 3/0 n angel birth

And ourr adin wor ld is a world or iven y f g f g .

TH E - B E E H I V E .

f r Ye musical hounds of the ai y kin g,

Who hu nt for the golden dew ;

n Who track for your game the green coverts of Spri g,

Till th e echoes that lurk in the fl ow er- bells rin g

With th e peal of your el fin crew !

a How joyous your life , if its ple sures ye knew,

Sin ging ever from bloom to bl oom !

1 50 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

sk Climbs, in music climbs the y ;

t n n r Hark , wi h so gs the woodla ds ing

And the air is melody !

Mornin g wakes, with touch of fi re,

l ’ This bright wor d s Memnonian lyre .

All is in cense , all is praise,

and Earth is peace , Heaven is love,

’ While Creation s h undred lays

Float in one rich hymn above ;

’ Nature s high cathedral rings,

While her choir the anthem sings :

“ Light and Life and Lord of all ,

Thine is each resplendent world ,

s sun- l i t From thi green an d ball ,

’ To the stars thro ugh ether h u rl d !

us u Hear , Tho on whom we call ,

Light and Life and Lord of all ! o r T 151 D E W S C A S A L I E .

Kingdom , glory, power are thine ,

God of all i n Earth or Heaven !

t w s u Flowers tha glo , and ns that shine ,

u d u n! Tho idst form , and Tho hast give

us . w h en Hear and bless we call ,

Light an d Life and Lord of all !

‘ u u r ais d S ch the hymn by Nat re ,

Oh can man he m ute th e while ?

‘ s u n rais d Can the Maker pa s p ,

WV h en su ch works aro u nd him smile ?

t Child of Heaven ! go for h and bow,

t u With its ligh pon thy brow .

Pray that thus the morn of bliss

Break at length on thine and thee ;

Pray that through a life this

God vo u chsafe thy light to be

e S ek his grace, an d own his po wer,

In that pure and golden hour . 152 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

TH E L I L Y.

’ O pause, and hail the Lily s God ,

The Guardian of the flower ;

’ w arm d n His sunshine its ative sod,

’ e distill d t His lov the gen le shower,

u m An d bade it grace its s mer bower .

Ere t e ear h had born the beauteous child ,

o He w ve its light in gloom ,

’ screen d th e W He it from whirlwind ild ,

w u Of sno an d silver wro ght its bloom ,

fill ’ d And its chalice with perfume .

u Pa se , then , and think Shall He , the Power

u Who smiled pon its birth ,

O h shal l the Gu ardian of the flower

’ O erl ook , as thin gs of meaner worth ,

w eartli > The ays, the wants of life on

No ! never can our God forget

154. D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

d d - The gol en clou s of to day,

sun - w Ere the shall arise to morro ,

\Vill be passed like a dream away ;

And t the hopes which from ime we borrow,

' u Are wro ght of a frail world s clay .

Ah , vainly the heart reposes

‘ On the vi sions of life s yo un g morn !

s Many hearts, ere its evenin g clo es,

Will be left to bleed forlorn

The tear is the dew of its roses,

th e And rose is the bride of the thorn .

u B t grief is the fire of trial ,

The gold of the so ul to prove ;

And over this frail life ’ s d ial

Many shadows of pain must move ,

Ere the heart be a crystal vial

e b For the waters of lif a ove . ne s o r T ! w C A S A L I E . 15U.

th e us Alas, for chains that bind

For th e s o uls that are earthly s till !

A las that the days behind us

Sho uld the thoughts of immortals fill

That the tears of this world sho uld blind

! To the light of the paradise - rill

- T H E D E W D R O P .

Sparkler ! they say that with thy draught

’ ‘ Titania s acorn - bowl is fill d

" - uafl d The pearl wine , by the fairies q ,

‘ distill d Instead of grapes from gems .

W hat art thou like > A wanderin g drop

u Fl ng from some heavenly waterfall ,

’ Which p ass d its bo unds and did not stop

' reac h d our Until it earthly ball .

What art thou like ? A precio us tear o r 156 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

‘ ’ ro d D pp from some pityin g seraph s eye ,

‘ s Who wept, while hoverin g o er our phere ,

e t The sins he saw b nea h the sky.

The Moralist and Bard agree

That mortal glory, gain , an d power,

Too well , alas ! resemble thee,

The dreamy brilliants of an hour.

u Yet still , while Tr th in vain condemns

u u The fon d p rs it of thin gs so frail ,

h We c ase the false and phantom gems,

u That, ere we call them o rs, exhale.

u S ch are the gems of this world, given

A moment on its flo wers to shine ;

And he , who seeks for those of Heaven ,

u u M st q it the surface for the mine.

Bright monitor ! how rich the lore ,

158 O F T D E W S C A S A L I E .

u No dewy braid can S mmer twine ,

u u No virgin rill can S mmer po r,

u To fill with life the s ltry vine ,

n On green meads write a greener li e ,

Or bathe in woods the hermit flower

u B t tells of Thy beni gnant power .

Oh , if in this inferior sphere,

So vast Thy might, so rich Thy love ,

t If in his world of sin and fear,

So deep , so bright Thy ways appear,

V V h at may we hope from spheres above ,

Where Thine own blest Immortals rove '

There , where those g lories will be seen ,

n u u b U named , n glim psed , ndreamed elow

A heaven immortally serene ,

An earth of everl astin g green ,

i u R ch woods , whose glooms a l stre throw

’ That pales the emerald s vearthl y glow ; 1 9 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E . 5

un Streams, brighter than the s set sea

s Who e waves are all transparent gold ,

L u f ike liq id rainbows wandering ree,

Warblin g elysian melody,

' roll d Or in cascades of glory ,

’ Iris d W u u d ith h es, ndreame , untold ;

e Flowers of un dyin g bloom , that breath

ur th e Odo s of life Upon air,

’ Each meet for a Celestial s wreath,

o ur s More bright than pale tars beneath,

t s Yieldin g no horn , no poi on there,

‘ Nor made th e sl umberin g adder s l air !

All et t these , an d Oh , y more han these ,

o f o s The dwellers of that world j y ,

T “ h o h th e t roam beneat s arry trees,

th e Inhale amaranthine breeze ,

e D rink th e life - streams of paradis

And weave the fl owers of Seraph - skies ; o r 160 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

u ! a How m st they tower, great God bove

r ! The sons of ea th , of grief, and time

and Children of glory of love ,

What sacred bliss m ust melt and move

u Ethereal hearts in that p re clime,

! Estran ged from fear, and pain , and crime

0 ! Yet even on Earth , God we see

Enough to teach our hearts to soar

u To shadow forth f turity,

our h O e To fix fear and p on Thee ,

An d daily wean o ur spirits more

- From the frail dust gods they adore .

th e i Earth is type of Heaven , and T me

The echo of Eternity ;

An d Man m ay learn to rise sublime

S From this dim phere , to that bright clime ,

see Which thought can dream , nor eye can ,

B ut o art w . where Th u , and Thine ill be

meme of (naetal ir.

' M O F To THE M E ORY LORD BYRON .

’ Tis ss — f r u w as pa ed o all p o d Byron , his grave,

u a His b st, his name , his lyre , alon e rem in ;

’ His lip has q uafl d the dim forgetful wave

And Earth and Heaven h ave claimed their gifts

No more the child of feeling , fame , and son g,

’ ‘V l l l u s l u weep , o er r ined hope , me odio s tears ,

u Or po r , the deep waves o f the soul alon g,

s u t The de olate m sic of lamen ed years .

th e th e Passed is dream of all beneath sk y,

‘ And l app d his heart i n strange oblivion now

u th e u l i t th e u ! enched is so l which glorio s eye,

u And low in d st the pale imperial bro w . 164, D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Oh blame the mighty dead in vain no more !

’ Z aara s fire Grief, early grief, like wind of ,

Had scathed the verdure of his heart , before

It breathed immortal madness on his lyre .

him t Ye who woul d bran d wi h un gentle scorn ,

Dream ye h o w deep the grief of genius sears ?

h o w h o w t Know ye frail the flower, sharp the horn ,

Of roses bloomin g round the fount of tears ?

I not l et no u f , Oh r de relentless ton gue

u u s Break the still gloom , the mo rnf l calm , which reign

u s i n Aro nd the pot, where one , years so young,

u f So old in sorro w, rests in n elt chains .

He sleeps the sleep , which must at length be ours

e then ! Y who would be spared, Oh learn to spare

u Grudge not the grave its cold f nereal flowers ,

’ e And Mercy s voice for you will whisper ther .

166 a s o r C A S T A L I E .

ON READING SO ME POETRY BY A YOUNG LADY

No w M NO ORE .

’ u th e u u s Before the to ch of A t mn breath ,

The fairest leaves are the first to fall

t And before the blight of the breeze of dea h ,

t Bright spiri s wither the first of all .

s Green and fresh as the pirit may seem ,

No evergreen bore the graceful leaf ;

’ l o v d i s And the life of the a golden dream ,

From which the sleeper awakes to grief.

l et us s Yet Oh , think , while with tear we see

u The yo n g heart droop to an early grave,

’ s That it fall , like the leaves from Eden s tree

“ ” s In the pearly waters of bli s to lave .

s Sweet spirit ! from scene of care and pain ,

as u Thou h t flown to the beautif l bowers above , o r 167 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

s Where the loving hall meet the loved again ,

w And dwell with the God hose name is Love .

' u Tis to lives like thine that we sadly t rn ,

To see how the li ght of th e heart may shine ;

these u And are so few, that the more we mo rn

1 thine The blight of a i so chaste as .

t u su Oh , may all who mourn hee the path p r e ,

u s Which thy yo n g feet here in meeknes trod ,

th h s u Till ey pass , like thee , t i vain life thro gh , — To the home of the pu re the land of God !

LINES TO THE MEMORY or A YOUNG FRIEND .

Would I call thee back ? No never u nless

s I could call back those days of happines ,

u s e When tho wert pringing , all fair and fre ,

- In the morn dew of life , like a bright youn g o r 168 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

L ike a bright youn g tree in the fragrant sprin g,

‘ Unseare d by the blight of the tempest s win g ,

s That joyou ly raises its green head high ,

And drinks the milk of the nu rsing sky !

— Thou art gone but no t with thy breath is gone

u u th v f The stainless tr th thro gh li e that shone ,

u And to all its co rse a pure lustre gave ,

As - t the gem san ds ligh some fairy wave .

Thou art gone but thy virtues yet remain

b h our t in s To rig ten hear s the mid t of pain ,

u - As the sun- beams rest on the mo ntain snow,

w \Vhen night h as shadowed the vales belo .

e We w ill think of thee , an d thy m mory still

Shall flow throu gh our hearts like a sacred rill ,

Which hallows the shore that its waves go by,

sk And , though born from earth , reflects the y .

0 17 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Farewell but not for ever farewell

There ' s a golden world where the pure shall dwell !

W All tears ill be wiped on that radiant shore ,

And the mourned and the mourner will part no more .

O N THE or A GRAVE FRIEND .

‘ u There is many a harp , for the yo n g man s doom

That i s t uned to the notes of woe ;

’ ’ B ut s ! t u , ala hey are m te o er the old man s

u Tho gh he lived like a saint below.

’ i s t u There many a ear over Bea ty s grave ,

And warm from the heart they ris e

Ali w h y l ess warm are th e tears that lave

The s pot where the good man lies >

th e soul ou n Is it nothin g to keep still y g,

WV h en the frame where it dwells grows old

u a beaztti cl l z u Or less sho ld fi fi be s ng, a s o r 17 1 C A S T A L I E .

Than th e charm s of an earthly mould ?

No , old man , no one passing lay,

u i t Tho gh a powerless lay be ,

Shall be given to the thou ght of the silen t

i s is t Which all that left of hee .

’ hon gli thy life w as p ass d i n th e h umble

Y et i t brightened th e s hade arou nd ;

t th t And every s ep , a thy meek foot made ,

W as u u m ade pon holy gro nd .

u st th s u Tho ha seen y friend aro nd thee fall ,

Tho u hast lived thro u gh years of pain ;

u as t h th e And no w tho h reac ed goal of all ,

And w ‘ broken a frail orld s chain .

Oh t t th e res in peace ill day , for which

’ Tho u hast looked with a Chri s tian s eye !

t h O e v 1‘1Lh Fai h , p , and lo e , lon g have made thee 7 1 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

In the gold of a purer sky .

u be th Tho gh soon forgot y lowly sod ,

Yet thou hast not lived in vain ;

For green above are the groves of God ,

Where th e j ust shall meet again !

THE ’ POET S MOURNER .

Life for me is past an d over

I have lost m y min strel lover !

’ This fon d heart s d i v mest chord

l aurel l ’ d ! Broke with thine , my lord

u av eth Ro n d the spot thy dust that p ,

Many a tear the marble l av eth ;

B ut o whose am n g them , can fall

’ Wild as her s who weeps her all

avail etli Yet oh , what to thee ,

174i D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Can it cheer the livin g weeper

are r s There hea t decreed to know,

but Glory embitters woe .

Yet , since all beside has perished , — More oh more shall this be cherished ;

And thy fame sh al l be to me

Sacred as thy memory.

a F re thee well , my minstrel lover

Life for me is past and o ver ;

This fon d heart’ s divinest chord

’ w e l aurel l d Broke ith thin , my lord ! meme of (au teur.

! R B O O V I . L E G EN D A Y .

178 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

n A peasa t dwelt, in heart and look

Well sorted with that savage soil .

Beneath his roof, two pauper boys

b Were oun d to earn their daily bread ,

ma Poor les from domestic j oys ,

t d Who scarce had where to lay heir hea .

’ o No parent s eye long, l n g had smiled

' ’ On them t o own afl ec tio ns claim

One was a homeless orphan child ,

An d one the “ nameless pledge of shame

d e (Call it not love, that dark esir

Nor dream that shame can sprin g from

’ The hallow d and immortal fire

That lights the shrine of bliss above !

’ Love ne er exhaled the meteor flam e

’ That gleams on buried virtue s grave ;

’ ’ ’ It never sear d th e l ov d one s nam e

’ Dr brook d to curse the life it gav e. ) 179 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

In clo udless gold the morning shone

’ On VV iddecomb e s dark belt of hills ;

th e t sun And gilt her tower win er ,

And sparkled in her frozen rills ;

The holy peal of Sabbath bells

’ l ai d u Pro c m the solemn ho r of prayer,

’ th e s And , echoing o er moorland dell ,

u Aro sed the stragglin g hamlets there .

’ And W ith the rest those children j oind

The sacred work of praise an d prayer,

’ Nor d ream d how few brief days might find

t Their limbs beneath the col d turf here .

’ u u As home they t r d at evenin g fall ,

w The heaven , erewhile so fair, gre brown ;

u s ] And glimmerin g thro gh a mi ty pal ,

The moon in sickly white shone down .

That night some sheep forsook the fold,

’ th O er e broad heath at l arge to roam ; 180 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .

u s And they m st earch , the weary wol d

At morn , to brin g the wanderers home

' T tatter d t u heir garb they round hem fl n g,

h t T eir stinted meal i n haste they ook,

’ t u And o er that gloomy hreshold spr n g,

d t Nor cast behin one par ing look .

Even then some dense an d drizzling flakes

u the s w artl i sk Fell s llen from v y ,

' l ul l d And strange dead silence the brakes,

Prophetic of the snow - fall nigh — Yet forth they fared for w ell they knew

Th e wretch who bade them search the wold

’ u h w u thron d r w Tho g dun ith pl mes the g air g e ,

’ u d nd Wi And n mb their limbs a hearts th col d .

’ Vain w as their search yet on they p ass d

’ m cl os d Though heavier still the stor round ,

’ And through the dizzy air sh o w er d fast

h o T e white fleece piled the wil derin g gr und .

182 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

Lon g had they sunk upon the plain

To sleep, and wake to grief no more !

’ ’ o erl ook d Where the lone Moor a dell ,

’ u And show d the f ll Dart foamin g by,

They wept to every hope farewell ,

m And l aid the down alone to die .

e Ther did they sleep away their breath,

- On that bleak death bed , waste and wild

ff There , sti enin g on the wintry heath ,

’ - w ra d The snow fall pp each friendless child .

u no And deep their sleep , tho gh fon d eye

Was near to soothe the parting ho ur

‘ No mother s arm of love was nigh ,

’ w atch d No father his fadin g flower.

’ Cl os d s is their span of earthly year ,

Their path of mortal c are is trod ;

Life was to them a vale of tears,

’ e ass d om And they hav p fr it to God . O F 183 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

u u Oh glorious was the mo rnf l hour,

u e When s nset lit th ir grave of snows,

’ And o er the heaths of bleak D artmoor,

' The Torrs in blood - red splendour rose

’ ‘ As o er consumin g Beauty s hand

th e fl o w Of ivory pale , dark veins ,

t So, through the whi e and glitterin g land ,

u The livid river sw n g below .

’ B ut henceforth o n e ach poor b oy s ear

In vain the wintry stream may rave ;

u h And all in vain , thro g green brakes near,

u u M ay m rmur deep the s mmer wave .

u now No ght fear they of want or scorn ,

Of blows or wrongs , their only hire

d No more to hail the ear May morn ,

Or crowd arou nd the Christmas fire !

w Sad was the sight, hen , from th eir home ,

' ofii d Was slowly born e each c n boy, 184. O F D E W S C A S T A L I E .

To rest i n distant Widdecombe ,

With many a pitying helper nigh

Stran ge was the scen e as o ’ er the waste

t u Of dazzling snow the dark rain wo nd ,

Until each little corpse was placed

u With pious toil on hol y gro nd .

Ne ’ er with a tone so stem an d dead

u The burial bell its warning r n g,

’ u red As o er the snows, with s nset ,

It then its awful b urthen swung

’ ’ w h ow l d The inds, that o er many a heap

’ - u Of sleet drift, drown d the f neral prayer

B ut m Oh , they slept so cal and deep ,

The blighted flowers reposin g there !

’ Ye , who have heard these children s fall ,

an u u Should y s ch yo r board maintain ,

k Thin , think how little is their all ,

Nor wrin g their hearts for guilty gain

186 S D E W O F C A S T A L I E .

i T ll on thy soul the past shall rise,

Even as it now returns on me .

But hope not mine a tale of war,

A lay of fame the soul to move ;

Such themes my verse could only mar

I tell a simple tale of love .

No fleece of cl o ud can eye behol d

n u Alo g the dim bl e evening sky,

th e While hangs moon , in pallid gold,

’ th e O er dark woods of Pomeroy.

s All il ver sweet , the holy bell

Pr o cl aims a solemn vesper hour ;

An d to the chapel in the dell

e m The household glid fro hall an d bower .

e But who , where, with wrought shafts of ston ,

’ Yon sil ver d lattice gleams on high, 187 D E ‘V S O F C A S T A L I E .

Paces her bower an d weeps alone ,

‘Vho but the Star of Pomeroy ?

’ u More fair, more pale , than s mmer s moon ,

u Shines the yo ng cheek on which it falls,

As there the lady thinks how soon

' She leaves for love her father s halls .

Hark ! from the wood a b u gle peals

sh e She starts, leaves her chamber fair ,

u b ut With q ick falterin g step , she steals

’ O er floor of oak and massy stair.

d Passed are the gates, Oh ! stern an d read

’ t u The s rife twixt love an d d ty grew,

w As, ith reverted eye , she bade

u Her bower, her home , a m te adieu !

’ With heavier heart than e er before,

d She trea s the path to that lon e grove , 188 S O F S D E W C A T A L I E .

e sh e i n Wher first heard , days of yore,

e The whisp r of forbidden love .

t Impatient in the trys ing shade ,

Her lover soon the lady found ,

e And heard, within the oakwood glad ;

His unseen charger paw the ground .

for Oh , Herbert, better far both,

e We leave , in time , this de d undon e ;

My plighted heart, my maiden troth ,

u All I sho ld give , thou long hast won .

“ no Then seek no more an d love less,

Retain m y heart, renounce my hand ;

' Think , think , will Heaven e er deign to bless

’ " The bridal by our fathers b ann d >

“ And wouldst thou thus my hopes deceive ?

Was that sweet promise given in vain ?

190 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .

And blithely , for the moonshine free ,

’ cl ear d The charger the black oak grove.

, Swift swift did speed the roan blood steed ,

t Far far to right lay To nes town ,

Till wandering bright, in links of light,

r They saw Da t wind through woodlands brown .

' In deepest shade a boat lay moor d ;

On watch beside the rowers stood ;

nd Soon the fo twain were safe on board,

‘ s th e umb er d And fa t they swept flood .

u w Thro gh tall dark woods they ind and glide ,

h Recedes apace the forest s ore ,

W hile throu gh the gloom by fits was spied

’ sil ver d The sparkle of the oar .

Off/ Dartmouth grey, a vessel lay,

At anchor on the moonlight sea o r 19 1 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

th e b Ere long twain her road deck gain ,

w t To eigh for distant I aly.

C t no u n Her hief ain bore v lgar ame ,

His stately lady too was there :

‘ u No taint co l d light on maiden s fame ,

‘ t h o uour d Beneath heir sage an d care .

s t The breeze, the billow , ped hem well ,

t s far d Their n a ive shore fade behin ,

’ u b u t s s And no ght is seen o cean well ,

’ s wa As on they weep on ocean s nd .

’ Nor man y a d ay they ro am d th e wave

‘ t y r Ere he we e moor d on foreign sands,

i t t And r n g , and pries , an d al ar gave

’ r th e Their ites to link lovers hands .

‘ s u Ala , for h man hope , that e er

A clo ud should dim its fairy ray ! 19 2 S D E W S O F C A T A L I E .

n ‘ Alas, for human love , that e er

The loved one knows it will not stray '

u He, for whose sake yo n g Ellen left

’ C ' Her hildhoo d s home , her mother s arms,

t Too soon , of love and faith beref ,

' Sighs for a soft Venetian s charms .

Oh grief of griefs ! That stranger’ s hand

’ c l aim d -1 Another , who saw too well

h u They met, t ey fo ght ; on forei gn land

In flower of youth , the aggressor fell !

n no w What hope for her, the lor one ,

Wh at place of rest beneath the sky ?

w Despair has paled her lovely bro ,

dimm ’ d And sorrow her shinin g eye .

h er In vain afar feet may stray,

and Her thoughts are all of grief home ,

194 O F E D E W S C A S T A L I .

h er As she recalled absent child ,

o w n Her sweet Star of Pomeroy .

’ u t c ross d S dden the hall a peasan ,

’ Gave to the Lady s han d a s croll ; — th e - She read her cheek life blood lost,

As from the crowded hall she stole .

’ Beneath the pe asant s roof she stands

’ What sees proud Berry s lady there P

s A veiled form , with folded hand ,

air That draws with pain the living .

Oh may an errin g child at last

Read pardon in a m other’s eye P”

She raised her veil one look ’ tis past

Set is the Star of Pomeroy O F 190 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

L or L THE EGEND THE COP ESTON OAK .

see t Go , roman ic Tamar glide

’ W arl e h s Green g sylvan coves below,

And its u , floatin g on s mmer tide ,

M aristo w The swans of stately .

There many a s cene will meet thy gaze

’ That oft m ay rise on Memory s eye ,

' ’ u v ani sli d When tho shalt trace , o er days,

s The brightest print of early joy .

u Oh, ask thee there , if ever g ilt

Could find a home in scenes so

’ If human blood could e er be spilt

Or d aemon pasSi on riot there

Yet such have been ; an d on ce again

’ d S weet Devon s harp obeys my han ,

u u u ’ To po r, tho gh r de the harper s strain ,

’ A legend of my fathers land . 1 96 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

u Where, windin g far, the bl e waves

amerton To the grey beach of T ,

’ The mornin g sun o n Tamar s tide ,

‘ ’ vV arl e l i s in b u And g woods, ea ty shone .

’ s A soft mist, scarcely een , hun g o er

The lake, like golden glass in show,

In whose clear mirror all the shore — R w a d w . ock , ood, n cove lay traced belo

- Near the slight wave mark , boats were tied

To stakes around the syl van bay ;

i The v llage quay lay lone an d void,

Th e - village mill wheel ceased to play .

’ The m el l o w d call to Sabbath prayer

From the grey towe r of Foliot swells ;

And w u m , hen it pa sed, so cal the air,

’ rd u e x b e l . You might have hea St . B d au l s

198 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .

’ s What if I love the goblet shine ,

An d merry light of maiden ’ s eye

Must boys turn priests to cant and whine

Of deeds I dare right well abye >

Shall the youn g minion cross my path

’ Win from my arms the Tamar s Flower,

it An d lord , spite of love an d wrath,

In Mary ’ s heart and Mary ’ s bower

“ No by the rood ! it is the last

B ut h is t here he thought rain too nigh ,

Yet, as he paused , a dread smile passed

‘ O er his white lip an d murky eye .

B ut now they reach the holy pile

u t That looks on r ral Tamer on ,

And pace on ce more the pillar’ d aisle

That paves the dead of ages gone. o r 199 D E W S C A S T A L I E .

The strains of s acred love and fear

’ Were peal mg thro u gh th e hallow d

s w s t Oh w a there one , on ho e los ear

That Sabbath m us ic fell in vai n P

t — w Yes, even here hile far aloof

‘ To heaven the sacred anthem stray d

th e Stern Copleston , beneath roof

- h is Of God , half drew dagger blade !

" ’ ’ —h e mutter d re ress d Tis well ! , but p

' sh eath d th e - His hand, an d half drawn

' Yet his fierce mien too well c onfess d

to He thirsted still the blow deal .

But wherefore glares his eye so wild P

t at is it s h is pale workin g brow,

u At sight of his own inj red child,

The offsprin g of a broken v o w ? 200 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

’ A father s guile h ad sent from home

’ h ere The youth, who no father s n ame ,

In other l ands awhile to roam ,

’ e And fin d a soldier s path to fam .

But long ere this her heart to him

The Lily of the Tamar gave ;

And fairer eyes no tear may dim ,

’ w atch d th e Than his bark adown wave .

A rural maid was Tamar’ s Flower

’ No pride was li er s of birth or gold

’ B ut o w nd many a heart had her power,

e And many a tongu her virtues told .

’ u ev e F ll oft, o n summer s golden ,

’ the v Her feet had traced ri er shore ,

To mark with him the cal m waves heave

th e - Beneath diamon d dropping oar .

202 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

He bade the youth in arms aspire ,

u Betimes to hono rs , wealth an d fame ,

Until his generous heart beat fire

’ R ' To hear but Drake s or aleigh s n ame .

‘ F l ush d ’ with n ew hopes , at length he steel d

u His heart to q it his n ative shore,

For one where many a mou rnful fiel d

’ u Had stained proud T dor s Rose in gore .

With Tl i o m ond and Carew he met

The wily Desmond 's feudal horde

In wrath or pity ne’ er was wet

t A gen ler eye, a braver sword .

But u oft, in scenes of fe d and blood ,

’ ’ l on d He g , with all a lover s pain ,

’ To hear his native Tamar s flood,

’ And see green Devon s woods again . O F T 203 D E W S C A S A L I E .

‘ Di smi ss d t m e wi h fa e , he hoped (for Lov

Will h Op e while Hope is left below)

‘ F ro m Mary s s ide no more to rove

o w n All , all her , in bliss or woe .

is th e Slow keel , an d faint the wind ,

That bears a lover fond and tr ue ;

’ r w Yet E in s aves were soon behind ,

’ s u And Erin s hill in distance bl e .

‘ Soon o er th e deep Mo unt Edgc um be rose

r s t u s s Fai as it ill at s nset hine ,

l Wh en its laced with gol d ocean glows,

And wave in gold its hundred pines .

‘ th r ob b d lns th e How heart, as to bay

a r w w ’ His bo t d e n igh , here Mary s home

m th e s W Peeped fro wood , ith evenin g gre v,

Where they were wont of old to roam ! 204! D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

’ h Oh, tis an our of bliss, so deep

That nought b ut tears its depth can tell,

When parted lovers meet and weep,

Albeit their hearts with rapture swell !

He foun d his Mary still his own ,

With truth as pure , and form as fair ;

Yet from her cheek the tinge was flown

That told of health and gl adness there .

Upon his fon d alarm she smile d

u B ut her sweet smile was f ll of woe

u m t m , An d so e i es, from her heart beg iled

. The s igh woul d rise , the tear would flow

In vain he prayed her to unfol d

To him the secret of her breast

’ Until her w ido w d mother told

’ nd b What bl anch d her cheek a roke

9 ’ d 06 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E .

“ ! h e mu No st tempt my plighted bride ,

Forgetful that the wil d flo w ers wave

’ O er one , alas ! who loved an d died

' ’ ' O er my w ro ng d mother s early grave !

s His word , repeated fierce and free ,

’ Reached th e prou d lord of W arl egh s

And awful was it then to see

His whitenin g lip and eye of fear .

An d no w h e sees that rival nigh

Feels h is own dagger at his side

Ah ’ , wherefore steals the lover s e ye ,

Whe re s at apart his destined bride

Then burst the stifled flame at once

Beyond disguise , beyon d control ,

n And all the murderer lit his gla ce ,

u And all the d aemon filled his so l . ne w o r 20 7 s C A S T A L I E .

‘ u u As Bevil t r d , he caught that look

’ u s smoth er d Saw thro gh it fla h the fire,

And felt to linger were to b’ rook

’ ’ A father s hate , a rival s ire .

Away ! thy life is won or lost !

With hurried step he leaves the pile

’ B ut cross d , ere the Gothic porch he ,

L u u u o d, lon g shrieks r n g thro gh nave

’ r — It w as his Ma y s vow e l h e turned

D read w as the s ight he m et behind

’ ’ H i s f t ! W th bur nd a her eye i vengeance ,

’ H i s father s dagger near him shined !

’ fix d One moment, in pale despair,

— ’ He stood then sh ot the chu rch - yard o er ; — He gains the Green why stops he tli ere >

’ — The steel is li url d h e loves no more ! W S O -F A TA I E 908 DE C S L .

’ F ix d b t e in his ack h poniard stood,

Fl un g with stron g han d and eye too keen — — He reels h e falls the hot life - blood

’ Is bubbling o n the c rimson d Green !

‘ Beneath a broad o ak s massy shade,

Pale , bleedin g , on the turf he lay

’ Even where he crow n d his own loved maid

The village Lady of the May !

— She sees not this she saw al one

The lift ed death - steel gleam on high

' sh riek d one Then and fell , with deep groan ,

’ s eal d As death had her heart and eye.

— They bore her thence but all in vain

’ Twas but to droop W ithin her bower ;

t An d oh , it was a sigh of pain

’ To w atch th e blight of Tamar s Flower !

3‘ 10 D E W S O P C A S T A L I E .

The tale is done ; and some there are ,

Whose hearts will feel its simple power,

o ' And l ve the harp, howe er it jar,

’ That told the fate of Tamar s Flower .

OR! NEY THE MAID OF .

” — My lost, lost love ! the frantic cry

D ied i n the thunders of the wave — The ro ck was near the storm w as high

The gallant ship has fou n d her grave 1

One fl ash lit Up th e reelin g bark

’ O er the black breakers hurryin g on 5

’ and as A moment s pause , all w dark , — Another fl ash the bark is gone !

“ Look on y ou cliff the awful light

Sho ws one w h o kneels all lonely there 5 W 2 11 D E S O F C A S T A L I E .

s How looks she, stranger, on that ight ?

” “ Oh beautiful amid despair !

f She cannot eel the piercing blast,

She cannot fear the maddenin g surge

nt ’ That mome was her lover s last,

n s That wild wi d howls his pa sin g dirge .

“ But who the reft one kneeling there,

At this bleak midnight’ s stormy hour ? "

‘ The fairest of our island fair,

’ ’ ” e Dark Orkney s prid an d Ocean s flower.

Morn evening came 5 the su nset smiled ;

u The calm sea so ght i n gold the shore,

' ’ u n b e uil d As tho gh it e er had man g ,

u h im Or never wo ld beguile more.

For his lost child, bower, haunt and home,

’ m search d The ste sire that mournful day, 212 L D E W S O F C A S T A I E .

' While by th e lone deep s golden foam

The Flower of Ocean fadin g lay.

0 e there her young and fond heart brok ,

‘ Beside her n ative islet s wave,

t And, dy ing here , her latest look

’ h er dover s - e e Was on bright blu grav .

Sweet be her rest within the tomb ,

in th e And dear her memory bower,

And pur e th e tear that mourns the doom

‘ ’ e o e Of Orkney s prid and Ocean s fl w r .

B rm of s fi astal ir.

A GRECIAN DREAM.

h e ea-s T S hore at the mouth of a b eaut iful strea m.

TIME uns et . , S

NEREID .

t u Farther han wont from thy fo ntain home,

Beautiful Stranger ! thy ste ps have come 5

u u - What has bro ght thee , s nny haired Sister,

So far from thy silver bower to - day 9

NAIAD .

I urn th e have traced from my shinin g stream ,

For the fairest flowers in its waves that gleam .

NEREID .

Far Up thy banks there is many a flower

Were they all too few to enwreathe thy bower ?

Thy coronal still is fresh and fair 216 O F D E W S C A S T A L I E .

u t Wouldst tho place one brighter, sweet Stranger, here

NAIAD .

no Oh , it is not for these locks of mine,

I have come so far my braid to twine ;

ut B I cull these flowers my banks alon g,

To crown th e harp of a Child of Song

‘ n u rol l d Lo g, lon g my waters nheard had

That harp has given them sands of gol d !

NEREID .

In the faint sweet light of the vesper star,

I have heard thy voice, fair Sister, afar,

And grieved , as I listened along the shore,

I could catch of the distant song no more

t u n Oh since we are met, wilt ho pour agai

A sin gle lay of the liquid strain

NAIAD .

My dwellin g is the diamond wave

218 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E . — B ut I heard from the deep and hark ! —again

The ech o swings over the gold - bl ue main !

Too well I kno w ’ tis the Triton 's shell

u - S nn y haired Sister, farewell farewell !

ON A O F PORTRAIT LORD BYRON .

Aye , gaze upon that brow

t b u Tha ro w which towers an intellect al Alp,

’ Di adem d with a pale eternity

’ h u u s — u d Of T o ght s ntrodden no w ro n which high dreams,

L e s to ike Alpin eagle , seem float, amid — Inv m late solitu de and su nshine ! See

u The tro bled glory of that eye , where keeps

‘ s u c av er n d The o l her oracle , an d fills

The electric gloom with inspiration ! Gaz e

On the rich lip of passion and of power,

b Whose every curl was moulded y strong thought, — Like waters by the tempest ! Shrine superb,

YV here late a more than kingly spirit found o r T $219 D E W S C A S A L I E .

A worthy d wellin g ! Men unborn wil l W i s h

d t w t him To have rawn the breath of ime i h , as if

w to It ere inhale his immortality .

THOUGHTS IN THE AMPHITHEATRE AT MOUNT

EDG CU MBE .

' ’ w 0 t h onoui d st And ell , Mil on ! is th ine bu

‘ Pl ac d these deep shade s an d tw ilight glooms amon g ;

' th u o ff ust For , o gh far repose the poet s d

Here lingers still the s pirit of his s ong

o ft t n And , at eve , hese high arcades alo g ,

’ W To Fancy s dreamin g eye his form ill glide,

th e d t i l s n While even ep h of st l nes finds a to gue ,

And s o u nds unearthly float upon th e tide

t u ur th e - Or in fai n m rm s die alon g dark hill side .

w h y s is u Yet why , h , i n uch a scene m te

Th e lyre w hich scorns the touch of mortal hand

— ' The l y re of heaven th e wandering Ariel s lute 220 S o r ‘ D E W C A S T A L I E .

fi Which fairy n gers all alone have span ned ,

An d th e pure zephyr’ s wooing breath hath fanned ?

’ w Twere s eet to catch its tones, when still and dim ,

The beauty- breathin g hues of Eve expan d

’ ’ i When Day s last roses fade on Ocean s br m ,

fi u s nd Nat re veil her brow, and chants her vesper hymn .

O h how those tones would harmonize with all

The sights and sounds of beauty here combine d !

’ th e How sweetly mingle with water s fall ,

And swell in music on th e paus ing wind !

’ u ev e On s mmer s , how liquidly refined

’ u al t Two l d steal on g the tide in that sof hour,

th e When first on blue wave the moon hath shined, — And , like a bride, from forth her shadowy bower,

Smiles on the heaving deep that fondly owns her power !

E P O T R Y.

‘ the Mu Deep and dear is the power of se s art,

D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

As dews forgotten from th e mountain sod >

— no d Yes fallen Ionia ! as thy temples ,

’ u —w Earthq aked by Time hile at night s pensive noon ,

u The j ackal howls through theatres ntrod,

th e o Mute as soft light of their Asian m on ,

S o f e f ad the air, the proud , the famed , the stron g

All save etern al Truth and sacred Son g s

S ONNE T II .

To G R E E C E .

’ — ’ Sweet Hellas earth my fan cy s fairy - lan d

’ My youthful Spirit s glorious paradis e !

the Oh who may tell how dear filial band,

b Which links to thee one, orn in distant skies,

B ut with a soul that shares thy destinies,

And feels thy glory as it felt thy shame ?

That I have lived to see thy star arise

' Thy banner spread for freedom and for fam e

Land of my love ! will be a thought to claim 223 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .

m A long proud record in my me ory,

Where the prOph etic echoes of thy name

Speak all of glad and golden days to b e :

I hear the omen , as thy warriors heard,

w ’ Before the fight, the ings of Victory s bird !

NNE T I I I S O .

To SPAIN.

Oh sufferin g Spain ! survey thine Argo’ s world

‘ ‘ See Bolivar s flag where Piz arro s flew !

’ S ee the proud en s igns of the free u nfurl d

From Niagara’ s flood to far Peru !

h as no ? What man done , again may t man do

Flows not thy blood from them whose swords of yore

’ C t u left a red pa h Rome s own firm legions thro gh,

’ An d s purned to Calpe s wave th e flyin g Moor ?

n ! b u Wake, la d of Chivalry let E ro po r

’ his u u ear Hen ceforth m rm rs on the freeman s ,

And let each grey Sierra statelier soar ‘ ’ n e s :o r AJ ALI E w C S T .

“ " To see the Mountain Nymph again draw near !

’ Riego s spirit bids thee wake a gai n

Oh Speaks thy lost Leonid as in v ain ?

- THE WOOD STORM .

’ When to the winds th e firm oak s stately form

w is - Sways, hile each branch as an organ key,

‘ ‘ Dash d s to mad music by the frantic torm ,

l l the u u An d swe s f ll tremendo s melody,

th e s od t o b e I love amid oundin g wo s ,

And with a stern and solem n rapture hear

’ —‘ The straining forest s tli under tis to me

An hour of awful bliss and glorious fear !

d s But wil er, stran ger still , wells on the ear

’ u e That shrill so n d heard amid the tempest s paus ,

’ ’ As twere a Phantom s whisper, deep yet clear,

1 W i s w en a s hile t dread breath ane the sp t blast dr w .

the e al e Sounds not that Voice , which makes list ner p ,

226 E D W S O F C A S T A L I E .

S ONNE T V I .

To THE READER .

R eader, farewell ! If from these leaves of mine

Thy heart shall glean one solitary fl ow er

If u , in its sweep , one f ll and flowing line

W att but a water- lily for its dower

If u s aunterest , as tho on, my lyric power

s b M ay hed one sun eam o n thy mornin g way,

o ne - Or light glow worm for thine evening bower,

‘ o ur d u I have not p for no ght the lonely lay.

Yet, should no meed like this my verse repay,

’ There s pleasure still in the sweet work of song ;

No less the woodlark hails the sinking day,

u un s Tho gh none may list his s set haunt among.

- not b e Once more , farewell Oh , unwel come

' The bal m that trickles from a stranger- tree

- n oo Co omb e La ce) W d ,

m er 12 1828 . Septe b ,

F I N I S .

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