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THE CONQUEROR WORM.

Lo! 'tis a gala night

Within the lonesome latter years ! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight

In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see

A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully

The music of the spheres.

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Mimes, in the form of God on high,

Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and

go At bidding of vast formless things

That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings

Invisible Wo!

That motley drama-oh, be sure

It shall not be forgot !
With its Phantom chased for evermore,

By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in

To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin,

And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout

A crawling shape intrude !
A blood-red thing that writhes from out

The scenic solitude !
It writhes !-it writhes !-with mortal

pangs The rimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs

In human gore imbued.

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Thou wouldst be loved ?-then let thy heart

From its present pathway part not ! Being everything which now thou art,

Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy ge. Atle

ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise,

And love-a simple duty.

TO ONE IN PARADISE.

Thou wast that all to me, love,

For which my soul did pineA green

isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and Powers,

And all the flowers were minc.

Ah, dream too bright to last !

Ah, starry Hope ! that didst arise But to be overcast !

A voice from out the Future cries, “On! on!"_but o'er the Past

(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast !

For, alas! alas ! with me

The light of Life is o'er!
"No more—no more-no more"
(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar !

And all my duys are trances,

And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams

THE VALLEY OF UNREST.

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell ;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visiter shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides !
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave :—from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep :-from off their delicatė stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.

THE CITY IN THE SEA,

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the bes
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not !)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No
rays
rom the holy

en come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams

up

the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes—up spires—up kingly halls
Up fanes—up Babylon-like walls
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
Up many

and

many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine.

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