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TO INA IN ABSENCE.
AFTER THE LAST.)
Thou only hast been more to me
Than aught my prophet dreams foretold; The wildest thoughts when turned to thee,
My memory mocks as cold.
Of burning hopes, and wasting sighs;
The tears are in my eyes. "Tis strangely sweet on thee to muse;
A sweet, yet scarce a glad, emotion;
Like Love's recalled devotion.
Their tides above thine image swell; And thou protect'st them from the storm,
Sweet Spirit of the Well !
My heart the record of my vow;
Didst thou behold it now !
Thou tell'st me thou wilt scarcely deem
Thy thought can reach me from afar ;
Go-doubt thyself, my star !
Whose warmth, whose brightness can reprove,
It is the heart I love !
OR THE SOUL AND ITS FUTURE.
Thin, shadowy, scarce divided from the light,
I saw a Phantom at the birth of morn:
Flowed silvery o’er the garb of gloom: a horn
My heart lay numb within meand the glow
The pulses of my being seemed to grow One awe !--voice fled the body as it slept,
But from its startled depths, the' o'erlaboured Soul Spake, king-like, out—" What art Thou that would'st seem
“ To have o'er Immortality control ?" And the shape answered—not by sound—“A DREAM!
“ A Dream-but not a Dream ! the Shade of Things
“ To come; a Spirit from the thrones of Fate, “ I ruled the hearts of Earth's primæval Kings;
“ I gave their life its impulse and its date ; Grey Wisdom paled before me; and the Stars
“Were made my weird Interpreters—my hand 6 Aroused the whirlwind of the destined
wars, “ And bowed the Nations to my dim command ! “A Dream, but not a Dream-a type, a sign
66 Of the vast Future do I come to thee ! “ And where I come, I AM THE FUTURE! Thine,
“ Behold, and tremble to behold, in ME. What, thou would’st rise ?—the lesser flights of Fame
“ Content thee not-thy heart hath grown a fire, “ And the arch priest Ambition feeds the flame
“ With the prophetic laurel* of desire. “And in the Air; and on the voiceless Earth,
“ Thou seek'st an omen, and believ'st a hope; ' And thy chained spirit from the bonds of Birth
“ Looks to the mighty Heaven—and pines for scope ! “ Hark, hark-I tell thee that the unsheathed blade
“ Shall break-if strife redeem it from its rust; “ Hark, hark !-I tell thee that the wreath is laid
Upon the bier !-now grasp it-and be dust!" Methought my soul did answer • Come the strife"The bier !-Life's ends have nobler things than life!
Μαντικών φυτών. .
Then the Dream made reply, and shadowed forth
The’unshaped Events Time embryoed--and foretold That which in part hath chanced the little worth
Of all the treasures I had heaped of old;
And bade me love, and live, and laugh my hour; “ Life is," it said, “ the true Hymettus Bee,
“And culls its honey from the bitterest flower."
Of the dark Dream foretold—is palaced now 'Mid the dread Cities of the crowned Tomb.
She did not mark the terror on my brow; She did not count the beatings of my heart;
And yet she clasped me: and her fond lips stirr’d And breathed sweet sounds, I taught her by Love's art,
Out of Love's language--some new fairy word
Came o'er my nature; and my fate I felt
That Vision from my memory; there it dwelt,
So walk I, on the threshold of my doom ;
And with a steady gaze behold afar A dim light on my future and my
tomb Tracking the girdling shadows by one star. So learn I to forget the thoughts of yore,
To rise from out the lesser aims once prized,
Ills of the petty Present, all despised-
ILOTSON AND PALMER, PRINTERS, SAVOY STREET, STRAND.