WHEN IN YON' FADING SKY. WHEN in yon' fading sky Steals o'er the roses ;— When in the waters still Twilight is sleeping, And on the purple hill Night dews are weeping ; Where o'er the slumbering lake Droops the fond willow, 276 WHEN IN YON' FADING SKY. While the breeze cannot wake Even a billow; When there is silence in each leafy bower, There be our meeting-alone-in that hour! Of others be o'er us!— Stillness be spread on high, Beauty before us! Then,-down thy lovely cheek Silently stealing, Should a warm tear speak The fulness of feeling, Fondly I'll chide, sweet! That symbol of sadness; Surely, when lovers meet, All should be gladness! Stay till, along the sky, daylight is darting, Then will we weep,-'tis our moment of parting! HOW SADLY SWEET THE MOON LIGHT HOUR. How sadly sweet the moonlight hour, when, from their shrines on high, The stars-like angel forms,-look out, along an azure sky! When not a cloud in heaven throws its shadow o'er the deep, And gentlest zephyrs only breathe to lull the wave to sleep! When earth and air and ocean smile, beneath the holy gleam, Like some bright scene the spirit loves to picture, in a dream! 278 HOW SADLY SWEET THE MOONLIGHT HOUR. And dew-drops hang on every flower,-till, in the bless ed ray, They seem like eyes from which all clouds are, sweetly, wept away! Then memory's lingering visions sink, more softly, on the soul, And sorrow sighs herself away, beneath their mild control; And hearts that, o'er their fading joys, too long have darkly pined, Grow bright again, as o'er them steals a moonlight of the mind! While hope, beneath its ray, once more, takes up her soothing tune, -Like that lone bird who utters all her music to the moon! And peace, which-like the dove,—had flown, before life's waters dark, Returns, to plume her snowy wings, within her native ark! ADIEU, ADIEU!-OUR DREAM OF LOVE. ADIEU, adieu!—our dream of love Such hopes may bloom in bowers above, We met in hope,-we part in tears!- Can reach us with no heavier blow! |