Poems

ll,?yet stamp my brow With kisses till they warm again. Thy breast that heaved with loveful joy Is spiritless and saddened now: Thou too, hast tasted life's alloy. Thy whispered breath in scentless bane, And chilling might with sorrow fed, Kepeats thy love; 'tis I am cold and dead. Ah, spirit, once thy step was light, Thy smile and song in rapture gay; Thy maiden beauty Love, so bright,? My soul in passion's fire did burn! Thy beaming love glowed thro' life's day: We severed e'er to strive and yearn. Ah, had I on thy pulsing breast, Thine own, swooned in young love to death, and rest I Thy love-gleams that with ardor glowed, Too fervid in their fierce delight, In their own flaming rage consumed, Flare feebly o'er thy charred abode. Thy blushful glory pale-begloomed, Waning and faded bodes the night. Thy heart is scarred with seared bane, As mine is riv'n with gleams of passion's pain. Thy fires burn low. In wildered bliss The tempest's passion-blights o'ersurge Thy realm, lured by thy ravished light, Thou passion-wearied! Winter's kiss Pants on thy brow o 'erflushed in night. Tho' sad thy zephyr-moaned dirge, Thro' love's night creeping from its bourn Hope lifts its fear-hushed voice with Joy to mourn. ODE TO IDEALITY. Great Spirit from some realm of Heaven, Like the visitings of dreams, That comest with strange pow'r God-given, Like the lightning's glorious fire, Lifting on thy winged gleams, To far domains of visioned loveli- ness The t...