A NIGHT SONG.

TO JULIA.

GOOD night, dearest Love! good night,
The world is a world of light,

To him who spies,

In the maiden's eyes,

Love's hope-star, burning bright.

Good night.

Sweet, sweet is the heavenly dream,
That floats on the midnight beam,
When young hearts unite,

In the throb of delight,

Full and deep, as the silent stream.

The voice of mankind is past;

Good night.

There stirs not a breath for the blast

But the bright eye speaks,

And the glowing cheeks

Say well, that dear blushes are rising fast.

Good night.

The moon-the coy moon just now

Threw a veil o'er her silvery brow!

Oh! was't to conceal

How the heart must feel,

At a time when so hallowed its blessings flow?

Or, kind to her votaries, Love!

Good night.

Does she treasure her splendour above,

That the pure touch of lips,

In that moment's eclipse,

May be hid from the shapes that in moonlight rove?

Good night.

Good night!-May the dream of thy Fancy meet

Life's joys as delicious, but ne'er so fleet;

May thy blue eye close

In blest repose

And open like Heaven, benignly sweet!

Good night. 1

TO A LADY PLAYING ON THE HARP.

"Friends are the lamps which gild the soul, and shed

Light on the heart of man, reflecting all

"The charm of virtue there."

“ANGELO,” A Fragment.

YES, harps have rung in bower and hall,
When love glanced on from heart to eye-
But ne'er did voice of music fall
Upon the soul so soothingly,

As that sweet air which poured along,
Love's magic, in the charm of song!

LADY, how was it, that it brought
No thrill of sorrow back to thought-
No hour of anguish-not the day,
When pleasure came and past away,
Leaving a stain-like blood-drops spread
Where life by desperate hand was shed—
To call up memory, and relume
The darkness brooding o'er its tomb?

Ir ever hath been thus-the strain,

Which joyous seemed, was mixed with pain; And deep, and strong, and undefined,

• Rushed all the feelings of the mind.
But 'twas not now as it hath been:

That form that harp-that moon-light scene-
That swell of song-the eye that took
The heart's impression in its look—
The red lip, and the cheek that strove
For mastery-as floated by

Some feather from the wing of Love,.
Some quip from Mirth's exulting eye!

I MARKED them all-could sorrow start
With such an impulse on the heart?
Could ills to come, or evils past,
The present sunshine overcast?
I felt them not; amid that scene

They were, as though they ne'er had been;
Amid that glow of bliss-to me

They were, as though they ne'er should be:
All was forgotten; all that fate

Hath stored of dull or desolate

In that blest moment died

I but beheld a vision-bright

As those which cross the dreams of night
On Fancy's sparkling tide:

And, oh! it wore the mien-the tone
Quick feelings best delight to own;

It breathed of kindness, and it spoke
Such witching words of friendship too,
That the proud soul, in pride unbroke,

Dissolved before its touch, like dew.
Search ye the spheres of earth and heaven-
Search (harder still) the human breast;
There's not through all a rapture given
So dear, as feelings unrepressed
Of kindness, can impart―

They spring before ye, bright and pure,
The night-chilled wanderer's cynosure-
The day-star of the heart!

A spell it hath, of powerful name,
So full of life-redeeming heat;
That, though ye knew it but deceit,
You'd love the fair dissembling cheat,
And court the painted flame.

'Tis even so: though I have stood
Haughtily, 'gainst the haught of blood-
Though some there be who deem me rife
With fancies that engender strife;
And charge to me emotions fraught
With sickly and distempered thought—
Beshrew me, if afar I've turned,

When near the lamp of kindness burned;
Beshrew me, if I have not pressed
Its warming splendor to my breast,
And treasured with a miser's care

The brilliant light that glittered there!

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