And though my faith be broken,
And though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now!

Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how,
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.

THE HAUNTED PALACE.

N the greenest of our valleys

IN

By good angels tenanted,

Once a fair and stately palace

Radiant palace-reared its head.

In the monarch Thought's dominionIt stood there !

Never seraph spread a pinion.

Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,

F

(This-all this-was in the olden
Time long ago),

And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,

Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odour went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,

To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene !)

In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,

Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,

And sparkling evermore,

A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty

Was but to sing,

In voices of surpassing beauty,

The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.

(Ah, let us mourn !-for never morrow
Shall draw upon him desolate !)
And round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,

While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door

A hideous throng rush out for ever
And laugh-but smile no more.

I

EULALIE.

DWELT alone

In a world of moan

And 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.

Ah less-less bright

The stars of the night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl!

And never a flake

That the vapour can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded

curl

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt-now Pain

Come never again,

For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all the day long

Shines bright and strong,

Astarte within the sky,

[eye

While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet

eye.

B

TO F

ELOVED! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-

(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)—

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea-

Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms-but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.

TO ONE IN PARADISE.

'HOU wast that all to me, love,

TH

For which my soul did pine

A 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!