THE DEATH OF THE BEAUTIFUL. "After life's fitful fever they sleep well." So fade earth's loveliest flowers, and die! While those less fair still greet the sight; So flits athwart the evening sky, The brilliant meteor's transient light— Which for a moment meets our gaze, Then leaves us but the stars' pale rays! As the pellucid drop of dew, From Heaven distilled, is by the sun Borne back again to Heaven's own blue, While earthly streams still onward run Are Angels called to seek their kind, E'en as the fierce and talon'd bird Of prey, that soars the woods above, Scorning the common chattering herd, Lights on the meek and peaceful dove,— Does Death, stern tyrant, for his food Select the gentle and the good! I had a young friend once:—a girl Of face and form!-To these she joined She was a being all too kind, Too good and gentle for this earth; Oh God! I deemed that one so fair, Forgot that this was not her sphere! She died :-Consumption for its prey Had marked her fair and fragile form; She faded, drooped, and pass'd away, In all her loveliness and charm, To her last slumber, lone and deep, Gently as infant sinks to sleep! Yet as the gem, which once in earth THUS WOULD I DIE. "I would give out my being amid flowers, and the sight of meadowy fields, and the chant of birds. Death, at such a time, and in such a place, would be almost a reward for life." COLERIDGE. I WOULD not die 'mid the bustle and din I would not die 'mid the revel and song Of the city, where Pleasure's gay votaries throng; Not there!-not there, where the thousands resideI would not die where so many have died! And I would not-I would not be buried there, Not there would I die! But oh! might I choose, my being I'd yield I would die in the bloom of the beautiful spring, Oh! there would I die! I would die in the free and open air, Where the song of the wild-bird, high and clear, Might sweetly fall on my closing ear! And oh! I would utter my latest hours 'Mid the perfume sweet of the fragrant flowers; The earth my pillow-the clear blue sky Last object to meet my closing eye,— Oh! THUS Would I die! |