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THE GRAVE OF A POETESS.*
"Ne me plaignez pas-si vous saviez
I STOOD beside thy lowly grave ;—
And music, in the river-wave,
* Extrinsic interest has lately attached to the fine scenery of Woodstock, near Kilkenny, on account of its having been the last residence of the author of Psyche. Her grave is one of many in the church-yard of the village. The river runs smoothly by. The ruins of an ancient abbey that have been partially converted into a church, reverently throw their mantle of tender shadow over it.-Tales by the O'Hara Family.
All happy things that love the sun
In the bright air glanc'd by, And a glad murmur seem'd to run Thro' the soft azure sky.
Fresh leaves were on the ivy-bough
That fring'd the ruins near; Young voices were abroad-but thou Their sweetness couldst not hear.
And mournful grew my heart for thee,
Thou in whose woman's mind The ray that brightens earth and sea, The light of song was shrined.
Mournful, that thou wert slumbering low, With a dread curtain drawn
Between thee and the golden glow
Of this world's vernal dawn.
Parted from all the song and bloom
Thou wouldst have lov'd so well, To thee the sunshine round thy tomb Was but a broken spell.
The bird, the insect on the wing,
Might feel the flush and life of spring,-
But then, ev'n then, a nobler thought
Th' immortal spirit woke, and wrought
Surely on lovelier things, I said,
Thou must have look'd ere now, Than all that round our pathway shed Odours and hues below.
The shadows of the tomb are here,
Yet beautiful is earth!
What seest thou then where no dim fear, No haunting dream hath birth?
Here a vain love to passing flowers
Thou gav'st-but where thou art, The sway is not with changeful hours, There love and death must part.
Thou hast left sorrow in thy song,
A voice not loud, but deep!
Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground
Note 3, page 27, lines 17 and 18.
And her lovely thoughts from their cells found way,
A Greek Bride, on leaving her father's house, takes leave of her friends and relatives frequently in extemporaneous verse.-See Fauriel's Chants Populaires de la Grèce Moderne.
Note 4, page 65, line 3.
And lov'd when they should hate-like thee, Imelda.
The tale of Imelda is related in Sismondi's Historie des Republiques Italienne. Vol. iii. p. 443.
Note 5, page 109, line 8.
Father of ancient waters, roll!
"Father of waters," the Indian name for the Mississippi.
Note 6, page 118, line 11.
And to the Fairy's fountain in the glade.
A beautiful fountain near Domremi, believed to be haunted by fairies, and a favourite resort of Jeanne d'Arc in her childhood.
Note 7, page 121, lines 5 and 6.
But loveliest far amidst the revel's pride,
The Princess Pauline Schwartzenberg. The story of her
fate is beautifully related in L'Allemagne.
Vol. iii. p. 336.