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FOR A DESIGN OF A BUTTERFLY RESTING
ON A SKULL.
CREATURE of air and light,
Wilt thou not speed thy flight,
What lures thee thus to stay,
With Silence and Decay,
The thoughts once chamber'd there,
Will the dust tell us where
Rise, nursling of the day,
If thou wouldst trace their way-
A BUTTERFLY RESTING ON A SKULL.
Who seeks the vanish'd bird
Far thence he sings unheard,
Thou of the sunshine born,
Take the bright wings of morn! Thy hope calls heaven-ward from yon ruin'd cell.
THE LOST PLEIAD.
“Like the lost Pleiad seen no more below."
And is there glory from the heavens departed ? -Oh! void unmark'd thy sisters of the sky
Still hold their place on high, Though from its rank thine orb so long hath started, Thou, that no more art seen of mortal eye.
Hath the night lost a gem, the regal night?
Though thou art exil'd thence-
They rise in joy, the starry myriads burning-
And from the silvery sea
Couldst thou be shaken from thy radiant place
Swept by the wind away?
Why, who shall talk of thrones, of sceptres riven?
When from its height afar
THE SLEEPER ON MARATHON.
I lay upon the solemn plain
And by the funeral mound, Where those who died not there in vain,
Their place of sleep had found. 'Twas silent where the free blood gush'd,
When Persia came array'dSo many a voice had there been hush'd,
So many a footstep stay’d.
I slumber'd on the lonely spot,
So sanctified by Death-
As theirs who lay beneath.
They roze—the chainless dead-
Up from their grassy bed.