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THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM.

BY HOOD.

'Twas in the prime of summer time,
An evening calm and cool,
And four-and-twenty happy boys

Came bounding out of school:

There were some that ran, and some that leapt,

Like troutlets in a pool.

Away they sped with gamesome minds,

And souls untouched by sin;

To a level mead they came, and there
They drave the wickets in:
Pleasantly shone the setting sun
Over the town of Lynn.

Like sportive deer they coursed about,
And shouted as they ran,-
Turning to mirth all things of earth,

As only boyhood can:

But the Usher sat remote from all,
A melancholy man!

His hat was off, his vest apart,

To catch heaven's blessed breeze;

For a burning thought was in his brow,

And his bosom ill at ease:

So he leaned his head on his hands, and read

The book between his knees!

Leaf after leaf, he turned it o'er,

Nor ever glanced aside,

For the peace of his soul he read that book

In the golden eventide :

Much study had made him very lean,

And pale, and leaden-eyed.

At last he shut the ponderous tome,
With a fast and fervent grasp
He strained the dusky covers close,
And fixed the brazen hasp:

"Oh God! could I so close my mind,
And clasp it with a clasp !"

Then leaping on his feet upright,
Some moody turns he took,-

Now up the mead, then down the mead,

And past a shady nook,

And, lo! he saw a little boy
That pored upon a book!
"My gentle lad, what is't
Romance or fairy fable?

you read

Or is it some historic page,

Of kings and crowns unstable ?" The young boy gave an upward glance,— "It is "The Death of Abel."

The Usher took six hasty strides,

As smit with sudden pain,-
Six hasty strides beyond the place,
Then slowly back again;

And down he sat beside the lad,
And talked with him of Cain;

And, long since then, of bloody men,
Whose deeds tradition saves;

Of lonely folk cut off unseen,

And hid in sudden graves;
Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn,
And murders done in caves;

And how the sprites of injured men
Shriek upward from the sod,-
Ay, how the ghostly hand will point
To show the burial clod;
And unknown facts of guilty acts
Are scen in dreams from God!

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He told how murderers walk the earth
Beneath the curse of Cain,-

With crimson clouds before their eyes,
And flames about their brain :
For blood has left upon their souls
Its everlasting stain!

"And well," quoth he, “I know, for truth, Their pangs must be extreme,—

Woe, woe, unutterable woe

Who spill life's sacred stream!

For why? Methought, last night, I wrought A murder in a dream!

"One that had never done me wrong

A feeble man, and old;

I led him to a lonely field,—

The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!

"Two sudden blows with a ragged stick,
And one with a heavy stone,

One hurried gash with a hasty knife,—
And then the deed was done :
There was nothing lying at my foot
But lifeless flesh and bone!

"Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone,
That could not do me ill;

And yet I feared him all the more,
For lying there so still :

There was a manhood in his look,

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Seemed lit with ghastly flame ;-
Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes
Were looking down in blame:
I took the dead man by his hand,

And called upon his name!

"Oh God! it made me quake to see
Such sense within the slain;

But when I touched the lifeless clay,
The blood gushed out amain!
For every clot, a burning spot
Was scorching in my brain!

"My head was like an ardent coal,
My heart as solid ice;

My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,
Was at the Devil's price:

A dozen times I groaned; the dead
Had never groaned but twice!

"And now,

from forth the frowning sky,
From the Heaven's topmost height,
I heard a voice-the awful voice
Of the blood-avenging Sprite :-
'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead,
And hide it from my sight!'

"I took the dreary body up,
And cast it in a stream,-
A sluggish water, black as ink,
The depth was so extreme :-
My gentle Boy, remember this
Is nothing but a dream!

"Down went the corse with a hollow plunge,

And vanished in the pool;

Anon I cleansed my bloody hands,

And washed my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young

That evening in the school.

"Oh Heaven! to think of their white souls,

And mine so black and grim !

I could not share in childish

prayer,

Nor join in Evening Hymn : Like a Devil of the Pit I seemed,

'Mid holy Cherubim !

“And peace went with them, one and all,
And each calm pillow spread ;
But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain
That lighted me to bed;

And drew my midnight curtains round,
With fingers bloody red!

"All night I lay in agony,

In anguish dark and deep;
My fevered eyes I dared not close,
But stared aghast at Sleep:
For Sin had rendered unto her
The keys of Hell to keep!
"All night I lay in agony,
From weary chime to chime,
With one besetting horrid hint,
That racked me all the time;
A mighty yearning, like the first
Fierce impulse unto crime!

"One stern tyrannic thought, that made
All other thoughts its slave;
Stronger and stronger every pulse

Did that temptation crave,—

Still urging me to go and see
The Dead Man in his grave!

66 Heavily I rose up, as soon
As light was in the sky,
And sought the black accursed pool
With a wild misgiving eye;

And I saw the Dead in the river-bed,
For the faithless stream was dry.

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Merrily rose the lark, and shook

The dew-drop from its wing;

But I never marked its morning flight,

I never heard it sing:

For I was stooping once again

Under the horrid thing.

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