THE VALLEY BROOK. "Oh! could my years, like thine, be passed Far from the bustling haunts of men!" But what new echoes greet my ear? I looked! the widening vale betrayed Ah! why should I, I thought with shame, When even this stream without a name No longer let me shun my part 39 JOHN HOWARD BRYANT. BY THE AUTUMN SEA. FAIR as the dawn of the fairest day, By the latest lustre of sunset kissed, That wavers and wanes through an amber mist, On the desert sands, by the autumn sea. All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil, And the face of the ocean is dim and pale, As the twilight falls, and the vapors flee A single ship through the gloaming glides, The wings of the ghostly beach-birds gleam Through the shimmering surf, and the curlew's scream Falls faintly shrill from the darkening height; The first weird sigh on the lips of Night Breathes low through the sedge and the blasted tree, With a murmur of doom, by the autumn sea. |