And from twelve dolphin shapes a fountain plays, Just in the centre of the spacious hall: But whether in the sunbeam formed to sport, These shapes once lived in suppleness aud pride, And then, to decorate this wondrous court, Were stolen from the waves and petrified, Or, moulded by some imitative Gnome, And sealed all o'er with gems, they were but stone, Casting their showers and rainbows 'neath the dome, To man or angel's eye might not be known. No snowy fleece in these sad realms was found, Nor silken ball, by maiden loved so well; But ranged in lightest garniture around, In secily folds a shining tapestry fell. And fibres of asbestos, bleached in fire, And all with pearls and sparkling gems o'er-flecked, Of that strange court composed the rich attire, And such the cold, fair form of sad Tabathyam decked. Of marble white the table they surround, And reddest coral decked each curious couch, Which softly yielding to their forms was found, And of a surface smooth and wooing to the touch. Of sunny gold and silver, like the moon, Here was no lack; but if the veins of earth, Torn open by man's weaker race, so soon Supplied the alluring hoard, or hero had birth That baffling, maddening, fascinating art, Half told by Sprite most mischievous, that he Might laugh to see men toil, then not impart, The guests left unenquired:- 't is still a mystery. Once, in caution, I could fly thee. In a look if death there be, FAREWELL TO CUBA ADIEU, fair isle! I love thy bowers, I love thy dark-eyed daughters there; The cool pomegranate's scarlet flowers Look brighter in their jetty hair. They praised my forehead's stainless white; And when I thirsted, gave a draught From the full clustering cocoa's height, And smiling, blessed me as I quaffed. Well pleased, the kind return I gave, And, clasped in their embraces' twine, Felt the soft breeze like Lethe's wave Becalm this beating heart of mine. Why will my heart so wildly beat? Must rifle me of health and rest?. Alas! I fear my native snows A clime too cold, a heart too warmAlternate chills-alternate glowsToo fiercely threat my flower-like form. The orange-tree has fruit and flowers; When the white coffee-blossoms swell, song. Drive gently on, dark muleteer, At every close thy mistress' name. Adien, fair isle! the waving palm Is pencilled on thy purest sky; Warm sleeps the bay, the air is balm, And, soothed to languor, scarce a sigh That heavenly music! what is it I hear? The notes of the harpers ring sweet in mine ear! And see, soft unfolding those portals of gold, The King all arrayed in his beauty behold! Oh give me, oh give me, the wings of a dove, To adore him-be near him- enwrapt with his love; And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent I but wait for the summons, I list for the THE DEEP THERE's beauty in the deep: The wave is bluer than the sky; And though the lights shine bright on high, More softly do the sea-gems glow That sparkle in the depths below; The rainbow's tints are only made When on the waters they are laid, And Sun and Moon most sweetly shine Upon the ocean's level brine. There's beauty in the deep. There's music in the deep: There's music in the deep. There's quiet in the deep: Above, let tides and tempests rave, And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave; William Bourne Oliver Peabody1 LAMENT OF ANASTASIUS IT was but yesterday, my love, thy little heart beat high, Upon the dewy field I saw thine early footsteps fly, Unfettered as the matin bird that cleaves the radiant sky; often as the sunrise gale blew back thy shining hair, And I had scorned the warning voice that told me thou must die; And I saw thee move with active bound, with spirits light and free, And infant grace and beauty gave their glorious charm to thee. 1 Bee BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 814. Thy check displayed the red-rose tinge that health had painted there. |