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STEER hither, steer, your winged pines,
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
A prey to passengers;
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Nor any to oppose you, save our lips;
Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.
For swelling waves, our panting breasts,
Exchange; and be awhile our guests:
For stars, gaze on our eyes.
We will not miss
To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.
BELOVED the last; Beloved the most!
And bid it ever beat to thine.
The Nereid maids, in days of yore,
Saw the lost pilot loose the helm, Saw the wreck blacken all the shore, And every wave some head o'erwhelm.
Afar, the youngest of the train
Beheld (but feared and aided not)
Then terror fled, and pity rose
'Ah me!' she cried, 'I come too late! Rather than not have soothed his woes,
I would, but may not, share his fate.'
She raised his hand : 'What hand like this
Or breathe incessant, soft desire !'
From eve to morn, from morn to eve,
She gazed his features o'er and o’er:
W. S. LANDdor.
EVENING ON THE SHORE.
THE baffled tides retiring from the land,
Lay bare the beach, and steal the sea-weed's life, And all is silence, save the gentle strife Of the spent waters with the yielding sand.
On the tall cliff the dying sunlight glows,
And stains with dolphin hues the waveless bay,The stars peep forth that lead the night's array Where in mid-heaven the deep'ning purple grows.
How cool an eve attends this burning day!
How sweet a peace the troubled wave subdues ! Oh troubled, burning heart! canst thou refuse To be as calmly hush'd to rest as they?
W. H. HURlbut.
THE sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
By some acknowledgment of thanks and praise,
Or like those hymns that soothe with graver sound
Ye mariners, that plough your onward way
May silent thanks at least to God be given,