ENEAS AND DIDO. He comes he comes through storm and night! No sail impels-no pilot guides; The sky has not a single light To lamp him o'er the tides! Through breeze and billow-swell and spray, He stands upon his fated way, One of those fair and visioned forms That-like the rainbow-come in storms ! And bears, through more than mortal strife, The treasure of a charmed life! -Upon his brow the grace revealed Which kings have stamped-and gods have sealed, He rises on her, through the night, Like some bright spirit of the sea, And stands before her, in the light But he is as those meteor things That tread, like monarchs, through the sky, Born eastward, where the palmy Tyre Her heart is like her native scenes, That makes her young and wasted breast A lifeless and a tideless sea, A desert, to eternity! I AM ALL ALONE. I AM all alone!—and the visions that play And the hopes that I cherished have made them wings; And the light of my heart is dimmed and gone, And I sit in my sorrow,—and all alone! And the forms which I fondly loved are flown, And weaves her wreath of hope's faded flowers, And the home of my childhood is distant far, And I walk in a land where strangers are; And the looks that I meet and the sounds that I hear And the song goes round, and the glowing smile, And faces are bright and bosoms glad, And nothing, I think, but my heart, is sad! I wander about, like a shadow of pain, With a worm in my breast, and a spell on my brain; So, I turn from a world where I never was known, |