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N a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December,
Ah! would 'twere so with many
HUSH, HUSH! :
USH, hush! Tread softly! hush, hush, my
dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very
well That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear, Tho' you've padded his night-cap- O sweet
Who dances on bubbles where brooklets meet,Hush, hush! soft tiptoe! hush, hush, my dear! For less than a nothing the jealous can hear.
No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there
On the river, — all's still, and the night's sleepy eye
Has fled to her bower, well knowing I want No light in the dusk, no torch in the gloom, But my Isabel's eyes and her lips pulp'd with bloom.
Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly - sweet!
We are dead if that latchet gives one little clink !
* First printed in the "Lit. panion for the Lovers of erary Pocket-book and Com. Nature and Art," for 1818.
Well done!- now those lips, and a flowery seat – The old man may sleep, and the planets may wink; The shut rose shall dream of our loves and
awake Full-blown, and such warmth for the morning
take, The stock-dove shall hatch his soft twin-eggs and coo, While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!
HED no tear! oh shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Shed no tear.
Adieu! Adieu !
PIRIT here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest !
My forehead low,
Spirit! I look,
Spirit here that laughest !
Spirit! with thee
I join in the glee,
Spirit! I flush
H! woe is me! poor Silver-wing!
That I must chant thy lady's dirge,
Poor Silver-wing! ah! woe is me!
That I must see
These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall!
Softly tell her not to fear
Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,
The blossoms hang by a melting spell,
Upon her closed eyes,
At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green,Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,
Alas! poor Queen!
SONG OF FOUR FAIRIES.
FIRE, AIR, EARTH, AND WATER,
Sal. Happy, happy glowing fire!