Beauties have their hour, Safely perched on the spring-budding tree: For the ripened soul is trust and power, And beyond, the calm eternity. FAREWELL TO HAVANA. My sight is blank, my heart is lorn; When sad, true souls abide the North, To find, with steady sail unfurled, The glorious sights went fleeting by ; A burnish of the noontide calm; A dream of faces new and strange, A joy of flowers unearthly fair In giant Nature's tangled hair; And savor than my childhood knew ; Of all I had, — is all I've left. To cheer my journey what remains Towards the rude heights where Winter reigns? What love-nursed thought shall shield my breast Warmer than cloak or sable vest? One hope serene all comfort brings, — Who made thy bonds did lend thy wings; Who sends thee from this faery reign Once brought thee here, and may again. A WILD NIGHT. THE storm is sweeping o'er the land, And raging o'er the sea: It urgeth sharp and dismal sounds, The Psalm of Misery. The straining of the cordage now, The creaking of a spar, The deep dumb shock the vessel feels When billows strike and jar, It breathes of distant seamen's hearts That think upon their wives; Of wretches clinging to the mast, And wrestling for their lives. The clouds are flying through the sky Like spectres of affright: Yon pale witch moon doth blast them all With bleared and ghastly light. Great Demons flutter through the dark Like a forbidden thing. The blast doth scourge the forest through, Great oaks, and bushes small; And God, the fable of the fools, Looks silently on all. Oh! if He watches, as I know, And give my little ones and me The shelter of His breast. |