JAMES DIXON.* I. TO A ROBIN. SWEET Bird! that, hidden by the dark green leaves, Come not the zephyrs from the sweet southwest Less fragrant are the flowers of summer's prime ? Leaving their green home in the o'ershadowing tree, * Born 1814. II. CONNECTICUT RIVER. WANDERING 'mid flowery banks, or loud and hoarse Thy deep waves glide - blue as the sky above. III. SUNSET AFTER A STORM. Lo! where the mountains mingle with the sky It may not be ! E'en from such glorious skies, IV. MOONLIGHT IN JUNE. THOU hast a gentle ministry, O Moon! Alone leaps gladly on its tireless way : ; In thy soft rays how beautiful is Night! Like man's cloud-covered path, by woman's love made bright! V. TO MRS. SIGOURNEY, With a "Forget-me-not" from the grave of KEATS, on whose tombstone are inscribed these words : "HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER." WANDERING in Rome, for thee a gift I sought : Around me were the wonders of the past; Her gems of richest beauty. Yet methought The turf was bright with flowers that gave their sweets Sad thoughts came o'er me, and I could have wept As in a sanctuary, had been kept, Could fade so soon, and perish, and depart; I plucked this flower for thee, the Muses' happiest daughter, And joyed to think thy name should ne'er be "writ in water." |