As loud they shout from either bow, "What, Chesapeake !" "What, Shannon, ho!" Four mighty broadsides swept each deck, As locked in fierce embrace they lie.-p. 18 A Dream. A Dream. VISION cross'd me as I slept, And, if the soul may never die, It took a form that time may change The cherish'd one of earlier years, Our hearts, and poison'd both with fears. I heard thee speak, and felt the tone What those who part in coldness feel. I almost deem'd it had a tongue That whisper'd love and happiness. 'Tis said, that dreams may herald truth; But dreams like these are worse than vain; For what can bring back vanish'd youth, Or love's unshaded hours again? 19 They do but mock us-giving scope The rainbow of the clouded heart. They are the spirits of the past, That haunt the chambers of the mind; Recalling thoughts too sweet to last, And leaving blank despair behind. They are like trees from stranger bowers, Transplanted trees that take no root; Young buds, that never come to flowers; Frail blossoms, that ne'er turn to fruit. They are like wily fiends, who bring I thought we met at silent night, And roam'd, as we were wont to roam, And pictured with a fond delight, The pleasures of our future home: That home, our hearts may never share, 'Tis lost to both for ever now; The tree of hope lies wither'd--bare, Without a blossom, leaf, or bough. To words-vain words-no power is given Remonstrance of True Love. Yet, I would not forget thee-no! Though thou hast wither'd hope in me ;-Nor for a world of joys forego The one sweet joy of loving thee. Remonstrance of True Love. TO MISS LANDON, (L. E. L.) URN, lady, from the faithless flame TUR That mocks me, and usurps my name; I do not fade the youthful bloom; I send no victims to the tomb; No eyes by me forget to sleep, And only at my bidding beat, Their fate from him they love receive, No fears their tranquil thoughts molest, 21 |