Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the gray woods, -by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp,
By the dismal tarns and pools

Where dwell the Ghouls, ·

White-robed forms of friends long given,. In agony, to the Earth and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region -
For the spirit that walks in shadow
"T is oh 't is an Eldorado !

-

But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGht,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

TO ZANTE.

AIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
How many memories of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
How many scenes of what departed bliss!
How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!
How many visions of a maiden that is

No more

no more upon thy verdant slopes!

No more! alas, that magical sad sound

Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more—

Thy memory no more! Accursed ground

Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,

O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante !

"Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante ! "

And

EULALIE. .

DWELT alone

In a world of moan,

my soul was a stagnant tide,

Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride

Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

With the moon tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble

While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye

While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

ELDORADO.

JAYLY bedight,

A gallant knight,

In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old

This knight so bold

And o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength

Failed him at length,

He met a pilgrim shadow

"Shadow," said he,'

"Where can it be

This land of Eldorado?"

ISRAFEL.*

N Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
None sing so wildly well

As the angel Israfel,

And the giddy stars (so legends tell)
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above

In her highest noon,

The enamored moon

Blushes with love,

While, to listen, the red levin

(With the rapid Pleiades, even, .
Which were seven),

Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir

And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire

Is owing to that lyre.

By which he sits and sings

The trembling living wire

Of those unusual strings.

* And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweet. est voice of all God's creatures.

Koran.