BRIDAL BALLAD.

THE ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;
Satins and jewels grand
Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the churchyard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"

And thus the words were spoken,
And thus the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now!

1845.

Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how,
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.

POEMS OF MANHOOD.

POEMS OF MANHOOD.

LENORE.

Aн, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown for

ever!

Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian

river.

And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or never more!

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore !

Come! let the burial rite be read-the funeral song be sung!

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young

A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so

young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,

And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed herthat she died!

How shall the ritual, then, be read?-the requiem how be sung