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STAT. Silv., lib. iv. 4. POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.
FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE.*
O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind!
Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve !
See Note at the end of the volume.
Within your soul a Voice there lives !
A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO
HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
UNDERNEATH an old oak tree
Where then did the Raven go ?
He went high and low,
Many Autumns, many Springs
I can't tell half his adventures.
oak. His young ones were killed; for they could not
depart, And their mother did die of a broken heart. The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did
sever; And they floated it down on the course of the
river. They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,
[ship. And with this tree and others they made a good The ship, it was launched ; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could with
It bulged on a rock, and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to
the blast. He heard the last shriek of the perishing soulsSee! see! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls !
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet, And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet, And he thank'd him again and again for this treat: They had taken his all, and Revenge it was
TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY.
On the wide level of a mountain's head,
A sister and a brother !
That far outstripp'd the other;
For he, alas! is blind !