Seraphs in all but " Knowledge," the keen light For what (to them) availeth it to know That Truth is Falsehood, or that Bliss is Woe? But sleep that pondereth, and is not to be.' And there---oh may my weary spirit dwell Apart from Heaven's Eternity, and yet how far from Hell!1 1 With the Arabians there is a medium between Heaven and Hell, where men suffer no punishment, but yet do not attain that tranquil and even happiness which they suppose to be characteristic of heavenly enjoyment. Un no rompido sueno Un dia puro-allegre-libre Libre de amor-de zelo De odio de esperanza-de rezelo.-Luis PONCE DE LEON. Sorrow is not excluded from "Al Aaraaf," but it is that sorrow which the living love to cherish for the dead, and which, in some minds, resembles the delirium of opium. The passionate excitement of Love and the buoyancy of spirit attendant upon intoxication are its less holy pleasures, the price of which, to those souls who make choice of "Al Aaraaf " as their residence after life, is final death and annihilation. With guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim, fect moan."1 He was a goodly spirit-he who fell : it lie. Here sate he with his love,-his dark eye bent "Ianthe, dearest, see, how dim that ray! How lovely 'tis to look so far away! 1 There be tears of perfect moan She seem'd not thus upon that autumn eve But oh, that light!-I slumber'd-Death, the while, Stole o'er my senses in that lovely isle Awoke that slept,—or knew that he was there. 66 The last spot of Earth's orb I trod upon Was a proud temple call'd the Parthenon.1 More beauty clung around her column'd wall Than ev'n thy glowing bosom beats withal,2 And when old Time my wing did disenthrall Thence sprang I, as the eagle from his tower, And years I left behind me in an hour. What time upon her airy bounds I hung One half the garden of her globe was flung Unrolling as a chart unto my view Tenantless cities of the desert, too! Ianthe, beauty crowded on me, then, And half I wish'd to be again of men." 1 It was entire in 1687,-the most elevated spot in Athens. 2 Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows. Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love.-MAR LOWE. "My Angelo! and why of them to be ? soar - And fell, not swiftly as I rose before, But with a downward, tremulous motion, through Light, brazen rays, this golden star unto! We came, and to thy Earth; but not to us Be given our lady's bidding to discuss : We came, my love; around, above, below, Gay firefly of the night we come and go, Nor ask a reason save the angel-nod She grants to us, as granted by her God. But, Angelo, than thine gray Time unfurl'd Never his fairy wing o'er fairer world! Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes 1 Pennon-for pinion.-MILTON, Alone could see the phantom in the skies, And thy star trembled,--as doth Beauty then! They fell for Heaven to them no hope imparts TO THE RIVER FAIR river! in thy bright, clear flow Of beauty-the unhidden heart- In old Alberto's daughter; But when within thy wave she looks, Her worshipper resembles ; His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. |