THE EVENING STAR. Just above yon sandy bar, As the day grows fainter and dimmer, Lonely and lovely, a single star Lights the air with a dusky glimmer. Into the ocean faint and far Falls the trail of its golden splendor, And the gleam of that single star Chrysaor rising out of the sea, Showed thus glorious and thus emulous, Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe, For ever tender, soft, and tremulous, Thus o'er the ocean faint and far Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly; Is it a God, or is it a star That, entranced, I gaze on nightly! H. W. LONGFELLOW. 'THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.' THE sea hath its pearls, The heaven hath its stars; But my heart, my heart, My heart hath its love. Great are the sea and the heaven; Thou little, youthful maiden, Come unto my great heart; From the German of HEINE. 'WHEN STARS ARE IN THE QUIET SKIES.' I. WHEN stars are in the quiet skies, As stars look on the sea. For thoughts, like waves that glide by night, Mine earthly love lies hush'd in light Beneath the heaven of thine. 11. There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men, When coarser souls are wrapped in sleep — There is an hour when holy dreams Through slumber fairest glide, Thou shouldst be by my side. III. The thoughts of thee too sacred are As stars look on the sea. E. L. BULWer. 'BY THE MARGENT OF THE SEA.' By the margent of the sea I would rear myself a home; On the edges of their foam. My grasses should be ocean-weeds, Strung with pulpy beads; And my blossoms should be shells, Washed from ocean's deepest cells By the billows, morn and night. Morn and night-in both their light, Up and down the paven sand I would tramp, while Day's great lamp From my window, when I rose In the morning, I would mark The gray sea in its endless throes, And many a bark! Brooding o'er the pallid sails, That are naught to me and mine, Waves might break along the shore, |