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TO ONE IN PARADISE.
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pineA green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last !
Ah, starry Hope ! that didst arise But to be overcast !
A voice from out the Future cries, “On! on !”—but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf !) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast !
For, alas ! alas ! with me
The light of Life is o'er !
“ No more—no more-no more
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar !
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleamsIn what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST.
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
In myriad types of the human eye-
above a nameless grave!
THE CITY IN THE SEA.
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town ;;