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HE rising moon has hid the stars:
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the landscape green,
With shadows bright between.

And silver-white the river gleams,
As if Diana, in her dreams,

Had dropped her silver bow
Upon the meadows low.

On such a tranquil night as this,
She woke Endymion with a kiss,
When, sleeping in the grove,
He dreamed not of her love.

Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, Love gives itself, but is not bought; Nor voice nor sound betrays

Its deep, impassioned gaze.

It comes-the beautiful, the free,
The crown of all humanity-
In silence and alone

To seek the elected one.

It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep
Are life's oblivion, the soul's sleep,
And kisses the closed eyes

Of him who slumbering lies.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies

Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!

No one is so accursed by fate,

No one so utterly desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own ;-

Responds, as if with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
And whispers, in its song,

"Where hast thou stayed so long?"

LONGFELLOW.

SONG.

EAR, ye ladies that despise
What the mighty Love has done;
Fear examples, and be wise:

Fair Calisto was a nun;
Leda, sailing on the stream

To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream,

Doted on a silver swan; Danaë, in a brazen tower,

Where no love was, loved a shower.

Hear, ye ladies that are coy,

What the mighty Love can do ;

Fear the fierceness of the boy;

The chaste Moon he makes to woo;

Vesta, kindling holy fires,

Circled round about with spies,

Never dreaming loose desires,

Doting at the altar dies.

Ilion in a short hour higher

He can build, and once more fire.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

TO THE CAMELIA JAPONICA,

AFTER FLOWERING.

B

EAUTIFUL light of the wintry hour!

Fairer than Rose after summer shower!

Now that thy last white blossom is gone,

Now that our eyes their feast have done,
And the barren leaf-bud and stem we see,
Beautiful flower! let us sing of thee!

Born in the dark and stormy day,
Shining without the sun's bright ray,
Thou hast been near us, a light within,
Ever the cheerful smile to win.

Come the dull morning's misty light,
Come, o'er the landscape, the rapid night;
Gloomy as ever the scene might be,
Beautiful blossom! we still had thee.

Now thou art faded, and months of bloom
And seasons of beauty are all to come.

To the Camelia Japonica.

The rel, red rose shall enchant the eye,
In the glowing light of an evening sky;
The lily's deep blossom shall catch the Bee,
The honey-dews fall from the Linden-tree;

The earth we tread shall be daisied o er,
The garden teem with the fruit and flow.r;
Pass the bright season-the roses gone-
When the gay ones are fading, one by one,
And the leaves fall fast from the greenest tree,
Beautiful flower! we may look for thee.

Turn we away, then-but not as those
Who see the pages of promise close;
Not as the gazer, to whom appears,
But once, the flower of a hundred years.
Well may'st thou treasure thy sweets awhile,
Well may'st thou hoard up the future smile,
Joy of the dark and wintry hour,

Hail and farewell, then, beautiful flower!

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EMILY TAYLOR.

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