Drooping from a lid of milk Find me these, and each one tells Yet still ask you where he's dwelling? O'er an eye all eyes excelling; If one steal upon him there, There his presence ne'er thou'lt know; For but yesternight he sware, Only I should find him there. A WINTER SONG. CRACKLE and blaze, There's snow on the housetops; there's ice on the ways; But the keener the season Our ceiling should flicker and glow in thy blaze. So fire-piled fire, Leap, fire, and shout; As 'tis colder without, And as curtains we draw and around the hearth close, As we glad us with talk of great frosts and deep snows, 18 A SMILE-IT WAS BUT A SMILE. As redly thy warmth on the shadow'd wall plays, While roaring the chorus goes round in thy praise. Crackle and blaze, There's ice on the ponds; there are leaves on the ways; The more reason have we To joy in the summer that roars in thy blaze. So fire, piled fire, The lustier shout The louder the winds shriek And roar by without, And as, red through the curtains, go out with thy light Crackle and blaze, While roaring the chorus goes round in thy praise. A SMILE-IT WAS BUT A SMILE. A SMILE-it was but a smile, Yet it set my stirr'd heart thinking, And dizzied my dancing brain, A word-it was but a word, Yet on my heart's hush'd hearing It fell with a quick glad start, And shook it with hopes and fearing. A kiss-a long heart's kiss, And I-I knew not whether A kiss-a last wild kiss, A kiss, how wild with sorrow! And does it all end in this, In a night that knows no morrow! THE WRECKED HOPE. THERE'S a low soft song in a chamber, To the strain of a favouring breeze, There's a dim drear moon careering Through the dark grim clouds on high, And a waste of billows tossing Beneath the stormy sky, And a wave-wash'd form upheaving At times to the moon's wan gleams, Around which the wild sea rages, And the grey gull wheels and screams: And the form is his of whose safe return Afar his young wife dreams. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! FRIENDLY HINTS TO TRANSATLANTIC FRIENDS. BROTHERS, with all you boast of so, Then, "Long live Uncle Sam !” "Tis then, "God save the Queen!" Let a Crimean campaign come, I darn our lords and lordlings some, Good faith! my Yankee fever ends; When I think what Court spangles cost, When, darn them! tax-collectors call, And feel I've not a hundred lives, Ah, then, "God save the Queen !” At times, of Marquis, Duke, and Earl, Hard words at all the tribe I hurl, To such things-Sam, you love a lord, Often, by old-time fooleries fired, Of church, church-rates, and church-courts tired, And what his verdicts mean, Ah, back to loyalty I budge; Yes, then, "God save the Queen!" When, startled by the mighty pace God bless them! Vanguards of the free, With both, but proud I guess we be Of you, O Uncle Sam ! And you, we know your noise and fuss I've heard you cry at times with us, 1858. |