er into her lustrous eyes!
And they gave back my ardent gaze of love!
She spake--the tremulous accents of her voice
Was like a sweet stream breaking upon rocks;
And when the music of those thrilling words,
Rushed on my soul--I sank upon her bosom,
And felt that we could part no more on earth.

THE LETTER.

Amid a flower-strown cottage room,
The Lady sat at even,
Beneath the peerless evening star,
Just peeping out in heaven;
And, in her hands, as lilies, white,
She held a billet-doux,
Which, round upon the tranquil air,
A grateful fragrance threw.

And now she bends her beauteous head,
To read the written lines--
Her white hand starts--a crystal tear
Upon the paper shines;
Her startled bosom gently heaves,
Like billows capped with snow,
And quickly o'er her lovely face,
Her blushes come and go.

Those glowing words have waked within
Her soul, the flame of love,
Which blends her woman nature with
The natures of above:--
A fire whose rays will change to light
Her lover's darkest gloom,
Till he beholds it beam again,
On Heaven's undying bloom.

THE LOST PLEIAD.

No more with thy bright sisters of the sky,
Who warble ever,
Wilt thou send forth thy choral melody,
Sad maid! for ever.

No more the bright, innumerable train,
Who move in Heaven,
Will know thy face upon the etherial plain,
At rosy even.

The night will mourn thine absence ever more,
With dewy tears,
And, the bright day, will, dimmer now, deplore,
The darkened years.

Our wandering eyes will search for thee in vain,
And we shall sigh
That thy high beauty could not conquer pain,
The doom to die.

Earth scarce had mourned some lesser beauty--thou,
Celestial maid!
Mid all didst wear a so unearthly brow,
And thou--decayed!

The beauteous thought of thee which, ray-like, slept,
In our pure love,
Became a memory which we have kept
To grieve above.

Gone, like the withered pride of early Spring--
Like sweet songs, o'er--
Ah! thou hast turned from us thine angel wing,
To come no more.

Struck from thy high and glittering sapphire throne,
In upper light,
Say, did thy loveliness go, hopeless, down,
To nether night?

Or, throned beyond the gloomy fate to fall,
Bright maid divine!
Sublime amid the Eternal's flaming Hall,
Dost thou e'er shine?

THE SLEEPER.

The sleeper lies, with closed eyes,
And softly moving breath,
So soft, so still, her l