Cease, restless gale! it seems to say, ❝ Nor wake me with thy sighing!

The honors of my vernal day

"On rapid wing are flying.

To-morrow shall the Trav'ller come "Who late beheld me blooming :

"His searching eye shall vainly roam "The dreary vale of LUMIN."

With eager gaze and wetted cheek

My wonted haunts along,

Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek The Youth of simplest song.

But I along the breeze shall roll

The voice of feeble power;

And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul,

In Slumber's nightly hour.

THE

COMPLAINT of NINATHOMA.*

How long will ye round me be swelling,

O ye blue-tumbling waves of the Sea ? Not always in Caves was my dwelling,

Nor beneath the cold blast of the Tree.

Thro' the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma
In the steps of my Beauty I stray'd;
The Warriors beheld Ninathóma,

And they blessed the white-bosom'd Maid!

* How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree. My feast was spread in Torthoma's Hall. The youths beheld me in my loveliness. They blessed the dark-haired Nina-thomà.

BERRATHON.

A GHOST! by my Cavern it darted!
In moon-beams the Spirit was drest-
For lovely appear the DEPARTED

When they visit the dreams of my Rest! But disturb'd by the Tempest's commotion Fleet the shadowy forms of DelightAh cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean! To howl thro' my Cavern by Night.

IMITATED

FROM THE WELCH.

If, while my passion I impart,

You deem my words untrue,

O place your hand upon my

heart

Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim

In pity to your Lover!

That thrilling touch would aid the flame, It wishes to discover.