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HY M N.
Ar morn—at noon-at twilight dim-
Future radiant shine
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Læda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines !—they hold a treasure
Divine-a talisman-an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the mea
The words—the syllables ! Do not forget
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets--as the name is a poet's, too. Its letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto-Mendez FerdinandoStill form a synonym for Truth.–Cease trying ! You will not read the riddle, though you do the
best you can do.
[To translate the address, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. The name will thus appear.]
TYPE of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Vastness ! and Age ! and Memories of Eld ! Silence! and Desolation ! and dim Night !
I feel ye now-I feel ye in your strength-
Here, where a hero fell, a column falls !
But stay! these walls—these ivy-clad arcades-