From their teaching it hath

taken : Feeling and music move together, Like a swan and shadow ever Floating on a sky-blue river In a day of cloudless weather.

It hath caught a touch of sadness, Yet it is not sad;

It hath tones of clearest gladness, Yet it is not glad;

A dim, sweet twilight voice it is Where to-day's accustomed blue Is over-grayed with memories, With starry feelings quivered through.

Thy voice is like a fountain Leaping up in sunshine bright,

And I never weary counting Its clear droppings, lone and single, Or when in one full gush they mingle,

Shooting in melodious light.

Thine is music such as yields
Feelings of old brooks and fields,
And around this pent-up room,
Sheds a woodland, free perfume;

Oh, thus for ever sing to me!
Oh, thus for ever!
The green, bright grass of child-
hood bring to me,

Flowing like an emerald river,
And the bright blue skies above!
Oh, sing them back, as fresh as

About its earthly prison, Seeking some unknown thing in pain,

And sinking restless back again,
For yet no moon had risen:
Its only voice a vast dumb moan,
Of utterless anguish speaking,
It lay unhopefully alone,

And lived but in an aimless seek-
ing.

So was my soul; but when 'twas full
Of unrest to o'erloading,
A voice of something beautiful

Whispered a dim foreboding, And yet so soft, so sweet, so low, It had not more of joy than woe; And, as the sea doth oft lie still,

Making its waters meet,

As if by an unconscious will,

For the moon's silver feet, So lay my soul within mine eyes When thou, its guardian moon, didst rise.

And now, howe'er its waves above May toss and seem unceaseful, One strong, eternal law of Love With guidance sure and peaceful,

As calm and natural as breath, Moves its great deeps through life and death.

REMEMBERED MUSIC.

A FRAGMENT. THICK-RUSHING, like an ocean vast Of bisons the far prairie shaking, The notes crowd heavily and fast As surfs, one plunging while the last

Draws seaward from its foamy
breaking.

Or in low murmurs they began,
Rising and rising momently,
As o'er a harp Æolian

A fitful breeze, until they ran
Up to a sudden ecstasy.

And then, like minute-drops of rain
Ringing in water silvery,
They lingering dropped and dropped
again,

Till it was almost like a pain

To listen when the next would be.

first,

A lily bud; but oh, how strange, How full of wonder was the change,

When ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom burst!

How did the tears to my glad eyes start,

When the woman-flower Reached its blossoming hour, And I saw the warm deeps of thy golden heart!

Glad death may pluck thee, but never before

The gold dust of thy bloom divine

Hath dropped from thy heart into mine,

To quicken its faint germs of heavenly lore;

For no breeze comes nigh thee
but carries away
Some impulses bright
Of fragrance and light,
Which fall upon souls that are
one and astray,

To plant fruitful hopes of the
flower of day.

ALLEGRA.

I WOULD more natures were like thine,

That never casts a glance before

Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine

So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine, And can but dream of bliss in store.

Thou canst not see a shade in life; With sunward instinct thou dost rise,

And, leaving clouds below at strife, Gazest undazzled at the skies, With all their blazing splendours rife,

A songful lark with eagle's eyes.

Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours

Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth;

Some influence more gay than ours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth,

As if thy natal stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth.

And thou, to lull thine infant rest, Wast cradled like an Indian child;

All pleasant winds from south and west

With lullabies thine ears beguiled,

Rocking thee in thine criole's nest, Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.

Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years,

Making a golden cloud of sorrow, A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,Thy heart is certain of to-morrow, Though 'yond to-day it never peers.

I would more natures were like thine,

So innocently wild and free, Whose sad thoughts, even, leap and shine,

Like sunny wavelets in the sea, Making us mindless of the brine, In gazing on the brilliancy.

THE FOUNTAIN.

INTO the sunshine,

Full of the light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!

Into the moonlight,
Whiter than snow,
Waving so flower-like

When the winds blow!

Into the starlight
Rushing in spray,
Happy at midnight,
Happy by day!

Ever in motion,

Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary :

Glad of all weathers,
Still seeming best,
Upward or downward,
Motion thy rest;
Full of a nature

Nothing can tame,
Changed every moment,
Ever the same ;—
Ceaseless aspiring,
Ceaseless content,
Darkness or sunshine
Thy element;-