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THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I loved a love once, fairest among women ;
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;
Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
How some they have died, and some they have left me,
TO A RIVER IN WHICH A CHILD WAS
SMILING river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sunbeams play ;
Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choked with ooze and gravelly stones,
young Edward's corse : his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
Swallowed, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;
What so blindly, and unkindly,
It destroyed, it now does grace.
HIGH-BORN Helen, round your dwelling
These twenty years I've paced in vain : Haughty beauty, thy lover's duty
Hath been to glory in his pain.
High-born Helen, proudly telling
Stories of thy cold disdain ;
And I no longer can complain.
These twenty years I've lived on tears,
Dwelling for ever on a frown; On sighs I've fed, your scorn my bread;
I perish now you kind are grown.
Can I, who loved my beloved
But for the scorn - was in her eye,” Can I be moved for my beloved,
When she 6 returns me sigh for sigh ?”
In stately pride, by my bed-side,
High-born Helen's portrait's hung;
Are nightly to the portrait sung.
To that I weep, nor ever sleep,
Complaining all night long to her-
Said, “ You to all men I prefer."
A VISION OF REPENTANCE.
I saw a famous fountain, in my dream,
Where shady pathways to a valley led ; A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
And all around the fountain brink was spread Wide-branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad, Forming a doubtful twilight-desolate and sad.
The place was such, that whoso entered in,
Disrobed was of every earthly thought,
Or to the world's first innocence was brought;
A most strange calm stole o'er my soothed sprite ;
Long time I stood, and longer had I staid, When lo ! I saw, saw by the sweet moonlight,
Which came in silence o'er that silent shade, Where, near the fountain, SOMETHING like DESPAIR Made, of that weeping willow, garlands for her hair.
And eke with painful fingers she inwove
Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn“ The willow garland, that was for her love,
And these her bleeding temples would adorn.” With sighs her heart nigh burst, salt tears fast fell, As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well.
To whom when I addressed myself to speak,
She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said:
And gathering up her loose attire, she fled
Revolving in my mind what this should mean,
And why that lovely lady plained so; Perplexed in thought at that mysterious scene,
And doubting if 'twere best to stay or go, I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around, When from the shades came slow a small and plain