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Never here, forever there,
“ Forever - never !
BUGLE SONG. From “ The Princess."— Tennyson, The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story;
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, further going;
The horns of Elfand faintly blowing !
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
And grow forever and forever.
THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM.
'T was in the prime of summer time,
An evening calm and cool,
Came bounding out of school:
Like troutlets in a pool.
Away they sped with gamesome minds,
And souls untouch'd by sin;
To a level mead they came, and there
They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shown the setting sun
Over the town of Lynn.
Like sportive deer they coursed about,
And shouted as they ran,-
As only boyhood can;
A melancholy man!
His hat was off, his vest apart,
To catch heaven's blessed breeze;
And his bosom ill at ease :
The book between his knees !
Leaf after leaf he turn'd it o'er,
Nor ever glanced aside,
In the golden eventide :
And pale, and leaden-eyed.
The young boy gave an upward glance, “ It is · The Death of Abel.'”
The Usher took six hasty strides,
As smit with sudden pain,-
Then slowly back again;
And talk'd with him of Cain;
And, long since then, of bloody men
Whose deeds tradition saves;
And hid in sudden graves;
And murders done in caves;
And how the sprites of injured men
Shriek upward from the sod,-
To show the burial clod;
Are seen in dreams from God;
He told how murderers walked the earth
Beneath the curse of Cain,-
And flames about their brain :
Its everlasting stain !
“ And well,” quoth he, “I know, for truth,
Their pangs must be extreme,– Woe, woe, unutterable woe,
Who spill life's sacred stream! For why? Methought, last night, I wrought
A murder, in a dream!
« One that had never done me wrong
A feeble man and old ;
The moon shown clear and cold :
And I will have his gold!
A sluggish water, black as ink,
The depth was so extreme:
Is nothing but a dream !
“Down went the corse with a hollow plunge,
And vanish'd in the pool;
And wash'd my forehead cool,
That evening in the school.
“Oh, Heaven! to think of their white souls,
And mine so black and grim!
Nor join in Evening Hymn:
'Mid holy Cherubim !
“And peace went with them, one and all,
And each calm pillow spread;
That lighted me to bed ;
With fingers bloody red !
“All night I lay in agony,
In anguish dark and deep,
But stared aghast at Sleep:
The keys of Hell to keep!
“All night I lay in agony,
From weary chime to chime,
That rack'd me all the time;
Fierce impulse unto crime !
“One stern tyrannic thought, that made
All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse
Did that temptation crave,