And boyhood is a summer sun
Whose waning is the dreariest one.
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown:
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noonday beauty,-which is all.

I reach'd my home-my home no more!
For all had flown who made it so.
I pass'd from out its mossy door,

And, though my tread was soft and low,

A voice came from the threshold stone
Of one whom I had earlier known:
Oh, I defy thee, Hell, to show

On beds of fire that burn below,
A humbler heart-a deeper woe.

Father, I firmly do believe

I know for Death who comes for me
From regions of the blest afar,
Where there is nothing to deceive,
Hath left his iron gate ajar,
And rays of truth you cannot see
Are flashing through eternity,-

I do believe that Eblis hath
A snare in every human path:
Else how, when in the holy grove,
I wandered, of the idol, Love,
Who daily scents his snowy wings
With incense of burnt offerings
From the most unpolluted things,

Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven
Above with trellis'd rays from Heaven,
No more may shun-no tiniest fly-
The lightning of his eagle eye,-
How was it that Ambition crept,
Unseen, amid the revels there,

Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt
In the tangles of Love's very hair?

FAIRY-LAND.

DIM vales and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,

Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over :
Huge moons there wax and wane,—
Again-again-again-

Every moment of the night,-
Forever changing places,—

And they put out the starlight

With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial,

One more filmy than the rest

Comes down-still down-and down
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be :

O'er the strange woods-o'er the sea

Over spirits on the wing

Over every drowsy thing

And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light;

And then, how deep!-oh, deep

Is the passion of their sleep.
In the morning they arise,
And their moony covering
Is soaring in the skies,