A maniac now, in dumb despair, He wanders, weeps, and watches there. MISCELLANEOUS. And every eve of pale St Mark, He walks with Ella in the dark, HANNAH. Where circling woods embowerM the glade, With all the fervency of youth, Not with a warmer, purer ray, But, swifter than the frighted dove, The angel of affliction rose, Yet, in the glory of my pride, I stood,—and all his wrath defied; I stood,—though whirlwinds shook my brain, And lightnings cleft my soul in twain. I shunn'd my nymph—and knew not why Yet, sick at heart with hope delay'd, The storm blew o'er, and in my breast 'Twas on the merry morn of May, Then as I climb'd the mountains o'er, I saw the village steeple rise,— I reach'd the hamlet:—all was gay; I love a rustic holiday 1 I met a wedding—stepp'd aside; It pass'd—my Hannah was the bride! A FIELD FLOWER. ON FINDING ONE IN FULL BLOOM, ON CIIRISTMAS-DAY 1S03 There is a flower, a little flower, The prouder beauties of the field But this small flower, to Nature dear, It smiles upon the lap of May, The purple heath and golden broom But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Within the garden's cultured round The lambkin crops its crimson gem, 'Tis Flora's page:—in every place, On waste and woodland, rock and plain, THE SNOWDROP. Winter, retire! Thy reign is past; Hoary sire! Yield the sceptre of thy sway, Sound thy trumpet in the blast, And call thy storms away; Winter, retire! Wherefore do thy wheels delay l Mount the chariot of thine ire, And quit the realms of day; On thy state Whirlwinds wait; And bloodshot meteors lend thee light; Hence to dreary arctic regions Summon thy terrific legions; Hence to caves of northern night Speed thy flight. |