pressed her thought,
And tinged her calm, white face;
Her eyes fixed fast, their radiance fraught,
With melancholy grace.
I stole unto her close retreat,
As winds creep on a vale;
And, standing, gazed upon the sweet,
Sweet queen of Elfindale.
She turned her head, she faintly smiled,
She bent her gaze on me;
It made my very spirit wild,
With thrilling ecstacy.
I caught and clasped, her to my heart,
Yet never spoke a word;--
But the twin-vow that could not part,
By Love in Heaven was heard.

PART SECOND.

Again unto the lofty fane,
Sweet Frankie lightly went;
With smiling joy and same of pair
Upon her features blent.
Again, as on that sunny morn,
When white-winged angels stood,
To see her, of bright water, born,
Before the preacher good.
Again within the chancel's gloom,
She sweetly, gently stands;
With marriage hymn, with rich perfume,
With Hymen's happy bands;
With wild-rose wreaths, with gayest bloom,
And wreathed maiden's hands.
But, now she stands with me even there,
With sweetly downcast eyes,
So purely white, so passing fair,
Like one of Paradise.
The preacher speaks the solemn words,
Yet fraught with deepest bliss;
We twain in one are bound by chords,
With sob--with clasp--with kiss.
Returning from that sacred place,
All earth and sky rejoiced,
And all the winds and waters' race
Their compliments then voiced.
The birds sang sweetly on the spray,
As they ne'er sang before;
And love lay o'er the world away,
A robe of golden ore.

And now, we live in Elfindale,
Dear Frank and I together;
And there is light on this sweet dale,
In calm, or stormy weather.
A fairy daughter leaps between
Our nightly moving paces;
Upon whose soft and marble brow,
Gleam many artless graces.
We dwell, we dwell, in Elfindale--
I--child--and happy mother;
And, if earth holds a sweeter vale,
We cannot wish another.
Life has been arched with bluer skies,
By curved rainbows brighter;
And nature--ah! what wondrous dyes,
Now lavishly bedight her.
Love has become a glorious robe,
With thickest gold o'erladen;
And now we dwell upon a globe
Which is, indeed, an Aidenn.
I dwell with fixed eyes upon
My wife and cherub maiden,
I feel the light of that fire-sun,
That broadly shines on Aidenn,--
And all our days that brightly run,
Are heavily joy-laden--
And now we know our grief is done,
And that we dwell in