"By heavenly Powers conducted, we have | But thou-I know not how inspired, how met; O brother! to my knowledge lost so long, A while the astonished Artegal stood mute, Then thus exclaimed-"To me, of titles shorn, [tute, And stripped of power!-me, feeble, destiTo me a kingdom!-spare the bitter scorn! If justice ruled the breast of foreign kings, "I do not blame thee," Elidure replied; "But, if my looks did with my words agree, I should at once be trusted, not defied, And thou from all disquietude be free. May the unsullied goddess of the chase, Who to this blessed place At this blest moment led me, if I speak With insincere intent, on me her vengeance wreak! "Were this same spear, which in my hand 1 grasp, The British sceptre, here would I to thee The symbol yield; and would undo this clasp. If it confined the robe of sovereignty. And joyless sylvan sport, [lorn, While thou art roving, wretched and forThy couch the dewy earth, thy roof the forest thorn!" Then Artegal thus spake "I only sought, "Who, when a crown is fixed upon his head, [right with right? Would balance claim with claim, and led[men's sight! Wouldst change the course of things in all And this for one who cannot imitate Thy virtue-who may hate: For, if, by such strange sacrifice restored, He reign, thou still must be his king, and sovereign lord. The people answered with a loud acclaim: Yet more;-heart-smitten by the heroic deed, The reinstated Artegal became Such heart was in her, being then She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; TO A BUTTERFLY. I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,. How motionless!-not frozen seas What joy awaits you, when the breeze Earth's noblest penitent; from bondage This plot of orchard-ground is ours; freed My trees they are, my sister's flowers; A FAREWELL. FAREWELL, thou little nook of mountain. ground, Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair Of that magnificent temple which doth bound [rare; One side of our whole vale with grandeur Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, The loveliest spot that man hath ever found, [peaceful care,. Farewell!-we leave thee to Heaven's Thee, and the cottage which thou dost surround. Our boat is safely anchored by the shore, And safely she will ride when we are gone;. The flowering shrubs that decorate our door Will prosper, though untended and alone: Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have [store These narrow bounds contain our private none: Of things earth makes and sun doth shine | Here, thronged with primroses, the steep upon; [more. Here they are in our sight-we have no Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell! [sought; For two months now in vain we shall be We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought; Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat, [well! Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, fareWhom from the borders of the lake we brought, And placed together near our rocky well. We go for one to whom ye will be dear; And she will prize this bower, this Indian shed, rock's breast Glittered at evening like a starry sky; And in this bush our sparrow built her nest, Of which I sung one song that will not die. Oh, happy garden! whose seclusion deep Hath been so friendly to industrious hours; And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, [bowers; And wild notes warbled among leafy Two burning months let summer overleap, And, coming back with her who will be ours, Into thy bosom we again shall creep. STANZAS Our own contrivance, building without peer! cheer, Will come to you; to you herself will wedAnd love the blessed life that we lead here. Dear spot! which we have watched with tender heed, [blown Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms Among the distant mountains, flower and weed, Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own, Making all kindness registered and known; Thou for our sakes, though nature's child indeed, Fair in thyself and beautiful alone, SON'S "CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.' WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt one can say. Thus often would he leave our peaceful home, Hast taken gifts which thou dost little And find elsewhere his business or delight; need. And oh, most constant, yet most fickle place, [dost show That hast thy wayward moods, as thou To them who look not daily on thy face; Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know, [them go!" And say'st when we forsake thee, Let Thou easy-hearted thing, with thy wild race Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow, And travel with the year at a soft pace. Help us to tell her tales of years gone by. And this sweet spring the best beloved and best. Joy will be flown in its mortality: Something must stay to tell us of the rest. Out of our valley's limits did he roam: Oft did we see him driving full in view What ill was on him, what he had to do. A mighty wonder bred among our quiet crew. Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man When he came back to us, a withered flower, Or like a sinful creature, pale and wan. Down would he sit; and without strength or power [hour. Look at the common grass from hour to And oftentimes, how long I fear to say, Where apple-trees in blossom made a He would entice that other man to hear His music, and to view his imagery: And, sooth, these two did love each other dear, As far as love in such a place could be; There did they dwell-from earthly labour free, As happy spirits as were ever seen; LOUISA. I MET Louisa in the shade; And she hath smiles to earth unknown; She loves her fire, her cottage-home; Take all that's mine "beneath the moon,” When up she winds along the brook To hunt the waterfalls. STRANGE fits of passion I have known: But in the lover's ear alone, When she I loved was strong and gay, I to her cottage bent my way, Immoveable by generous sighs, She glories in a train Who drag, beneath our native skies, Pine not like them with armis across, What fond and wayward thoughts will slide How the fast-rooted trees can toss Into a lover's head "Oh, mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!" SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one She lived unknown, and few could know I TRAVELLED among unknown men, Tis past, that melancholy dream! Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Their branches in mid air. |