Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ... When on my bed the moonlight falls, I know that in thy place of rest, By that broad water of the west, There comes a glory on the walls: Thy marble bright in dark appears, As slowly steals a silver flame Along the letters of thy name, And o'er the number of thy years. The mystic glory swims away; From off my bed the moonlight dies; And closing eaves of wearied eyes I sleep till dusk is dipped in gray: And then I know the mist is drawn A lucid veil from coast to coast, And in the chancel like a ghost Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn. lxvi. When in the down I sink my head, Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath; Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death, Nor can I dream of thee as dead: I walk as ere I walked forlorn, When all our path was fresh with dew, And all the bugle breezes blew Reveillee to the breaking morn. But what is this? I turn about, I find a trouble in thine eye, Which makes me sad I know not why, Nor can my dream resolve the doubt: But ere the lark hath left the lea I wake, and I discern the truth; It is the trouble of my youth That foolish sleep transfers to thee. lxvii. I Dreamed there would be Spring no more, "-That Nature's ancient power was lost: The streets were black with smoke and frost, They chattered trifles at the door. I wandered from the noisy town, ii found a wood with thorny boughs: I took the thorns to bind my brows, I wore them like a civic crown. I met with scoffs, I met with scorns From youth and babe and hoary hairs: They called me in the public squares The fool that wears a crown of thorns. They called me fool, they called me child: I found an angel of the night: The voice was low, the look was bright, He looked upon my crown and smiled: -. He reached the glory of a hand, That seemed to touch it...