from the steed he leapt
And quaffed from his helm unbound;
Then a mystic trance o'er his spirit crept,
And he sank to the elfin ground.

He slept in the ceaseless midnight cold,
By the faery spell possessed,
His head sunk down, and his gray beard rolled
On the rust of his armed breast!

When a mighty storm-wind smote the trees,
And the thunder crashing fell,
He raised the sword from its mould'ring ease
And strove to burst the spell.

And thus may the fiery soul, that rides
Like a knight, to the field of foes,
Drink of the chill world's tempting tides
And sink to a charmed repose.

The warmth of the generous heart of youth
Will die in the frozen breast--
The look of Love and the voice of Truth
Be charmed to a palsied rest!

In vain will the thunder a moment burst
The chill of that torpor's breath;
The slumbering soul shall be wakened first
By the Disenchanter, Death!

KORNER'S SISTER.

BY ELIZABETH J. EAMES.

Close beside the grave of the Soldier-Poet is that of his only sister,
who died of grief for his loss, only surviving him long enough to
sketch his portrait and burial-place. Her last wish was to be laid
near him.

Lovely and gentle girl!
In the spring morning of thy beauty dying--
Dust on each sunny curl,
And on thy brow the grave's deep shadows lying.

Thine is a lowly bed.
But the green oak, whose spreading bough hangs o'er thee,
Shelters the brother's head,
Who went unto his rest a little while before thee.

A perfect love was thine,
Sweet sister! thou hadst made no other
Idol for thy soul's shrine
Save him--thy friend and guide, and only brother.

And not for Lyre and Sword--
His proud resplendant gifts of fame and glory--
Oh! not for _these_ adored
Was he, whose praise thou readst in song and story.

But't was his presence threw,
O'er all thy life, a deep delight and blessing;
And with thy growth it grew,
Strengthening each thought of thy young heart's possessing.

Amid each dear home-scene
That thou and he from childhood trod together,
Thou hadst his arm to lean
Upon, through every change of dark or sunny weather.

And when he passed from Earth,
The rose from thy soft cheek and bright lip faded;