On Fanny Godwin

ER voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was

H

parted

broken

From which it came, and I de

Heeding not the words then spoken.

Misery O Misery,

This world is all too wide for thee.

Fragment: A Cloud

chariot

THAT a chariot of cloud were

mine!

Of cloud which the wild tempest

weaves in air,

When the moon over the ocean's line

Is spreading the locks of her bright gray

hair.

O that a chariot of cloud were mine!

I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind

To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,
And the ...

Ο

Lines

I.

HAT time is dead for ever, child,
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past

And stare aghast

At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast,
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
To death on life's dark river.

II.

The stream we gazed on then, rolled by;
Its waves are unreturning;

But we yet stand

In a lone land,

Like tombs to mark the memory

Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee
In the light of life's dim morning.

Death

I.

HEY die- the dead return not

- Misery

Sits near an open grave and calls

them over,

A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eyeThey are the names of kindred, friend and lover,

Which he so feebly calls they all are gone!

Fond wretch, all dead, those vacant names alone,

This most familiar scene, my pain

These tombs alone remain.

II.

Misery, my sweetest friend-oh! weep no more !

Thou wilt not be consoled- I wonder not!

For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door Watch the calm sunset with them, and this

spot

Was even as bright and calm, but transitory, And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;

This most familiar scene, my pain-
These tombs alone remain.