RAVELY ride the Ocean-Daughters, When tempests lash the bounding waters; Their music then is the thunder's crash, And their midnight torch the lightning flash; With the weeds that are torn from the streaming rocks; And breathes a prayer, that the next wild wave Gracefully ride the Ocean-Daughters, When moonlight floods the sleeping waters; 78 SEA-NYMPHS. Then the lotus that opens at night Is wreathed in their tresses, soft and bright, Is their best joyous minstrelsy; And they snatch at the stars when they see them glow In the liquid depths of the tide below; Or chase the sword-fish in merry glee, As they start through the still waves wild and free. But fairest far are the Ocean-Daughters On their watery couch in those dreamy hours; Of those whom they love, and who love them well; What must not be heard in the depths below. Crowned with pearls, and draped in mist, Tenderly by the sun-beams kissed, A triad of these sisters see! Nought reck they of the cark and care MISS PARDOE. THE HAUNTED LAKE. 49 THE HAUNTED LAKE. OW, with religious awe, the farewell light Blends with the solemn colouring of the night; Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw, Like Una shining on her gloomy way, The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray, Shedding, through paly loop-holes mild and small, Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall; Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale, Tracking the motions of the fitful gale. With restless interchange, at once the bright Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light. No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze On lovelier spectacles in faery days; When gentle Spirits urged a sportive chase, Brushing, with lucid wands, the water's face; While music, stealing round the glimmering deeps, Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps. -The lights are vanished from the watery plains: No wreck of all the pageantry remains; Unheeded night has overcome the vales; On the dark earth the wearied vision fails; The latest lingerer of the forest train, The lone, black fir, forsakes the faded plain; Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar; And towering from the sullen dark-brown mere, Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear. 50 THE HAUNTED LAKE. -Now o'er the soothed accordant heart we feel A sympathetic twilight slowly steal, And ever, as we fondly muse, we find The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mind. Still the cold cheek its shuddering tear retains. The song of mountain-streams, unheard by day, To catch the spiritual music of the hill, WORDSWORTH. THE HAPPY VALLEY. 51 THE HAPPY VALLEY. T was a valley filled with sweetest sounds, Like those with which a summer eve abounds From rustling corn, and song-birds calling clear, Down sloping uplands, which some wood surrounds, With tinkling rills just heard, but not too near; Or lowing cattle on the distant plain, And swing of far-off bells, now caught, then lost again. The golden-belted bees hummed in the air; Amid the boughs did lute-tongued songsters throng, Until the valley throbbed beneath their lays, And shapes were there like spirits of the flowers, Such loving sisters, and the boughs long-leaved Clustered to catch the sighs their pearl-flushed bosoms heaved. One, with her warm and milk-white arms outspread, On tip-toe tripped along a sunlit glade; |