An angel face

of hair

In radiant ripples bathad the graceful throat

And dimpled shoulders; round the

rosy

Of the sweet mouth a smile seemed wandering ever; While in the depths of azure fire that gleamed Beneath the drooping lashes, slept a world

Of eloquent meaning, passionate yet pure
Dreamy subdued — but oh, how beautiful!

POEMS OF FANCY.

Whose lip mature is ever new ?
Where's the eye, however blue,
Doth not weary? Where's the face
One would meet in every place?
Where's the voice, however soft,
One would hear so very oft?
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.
Let then wingéd Fancy find
Thee a mistress to thy mind;
Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter,
Ere the God of Torment taught her
How to frown and how to chide;
With a waist and with a side
White as Hebe's, when her zone
Slipt its golden clasp, and down
Fell her kirtle to her feet,

While she held the goblet sweet,
And Jove grew languid. Break the mesh
Of the Fancy's silken leash;

Quickly break her prison-string,
And such joys as these she 'll bring:
Let the wingéd Fancy roam !
Pleasure never is at home.

IMAGINATION.

JOHN KEATS.

FROM "PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION."

Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes
The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain
From all the tenants of the warbling shade
Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake
Fresh pleasure, unreproved. Nor thence partakes
Fresh pleasure only; for the attentive mind,
By this harmonious action on her powers,
Becomes herself harmonious: wont so oft
On outward things to meditate the charm
Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home
To find a kindred order, to exert
Within herself this elegance of love,
This fair-inspired delight: her tempered powers
Refine at length, and every passion wears

A chaster, milder, more attractive mien.

MARK AKENSIDE.

A DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN.

I DREAMED that as I wandered by the way
Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
And gentle odors led my steps astray,

Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kissed it and then fled, as Thou mightest in
dream.

O BLEST of heaven, whom not the languid There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,

Of mortal offspring can attain the heights
Of envied life; though only few possess
Patrician treasures or imperial state;
Yet nature's care, to all her children just,
With richer treasures and an ampler state,
Endows at large whatever happy man
Will deign to use them. His the city's pomp,
The rural honors his. Whate'er adorns
The princely dome, the column and the arch,
The breathing marble and the sculptured gold
Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim,
His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the Spring
Distils her dews, and from the silken gem
Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him the hand
Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch
With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.
Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings;
And still new beauties meet his lonely walk,
And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze

Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets;

Faint ox-lips; tender bluebells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that

wets

Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears,

When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,

Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colored May,
And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine
Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day;
And wild roses, and ivy serpentine

With its dark buds and leaves, wandering

astray;

And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold,
Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.

And nearer to the river's trembling edge

There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white,

And starry river-buds among the sedge,

And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery

light;

And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green
As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.