Besides, a youth of his discerning Her flute he praised in terms ecstatic,- The nymph found breath to shake and thrill; As, weak or wise-it doesn't matter Woman, at heart, is woman still. Love changed his plan, with warmth exclaiming, The nymph look'd down, beheld her features And started, shock'd-for, ah, ye creatures! Quick from the lips it made so odious, That graceless flute the Goddess took, And, while yet fill'd with breath melodious, Flung it into the glassy brook; Where, as its vocal life was fleeting Adown the current, faint and shrill, "Twas heard in plaintive tone repeating, "Woman, alas, vain woman still!" An interval of dark repose- Which now its depth of light disclosed. The wonders that now bless her sight! "Tis done-a truer, holier spell 'Than e'er from wizard's lip yet fell Thus brings her vision all to light :— Who dooms the brow o'er which he flies To wear a crown of Royalty. She had, herself, last evening, sent A winged messenger, whose flight Through the clear, roseate element, She watch'd till, less'ning out of sight Far to the golden West it went, Wafting to him, her distant love, A missive in that language wrought Which flow'rs can speak, when aptly wov Each hue a word, each leaf a thought. And now-oh speed of pinion, known Its farewell of the golden lakes, With the wish'd answer, through the sky. SONG WELCOME, Sweet bird, through the sunny air winging, Swift hast thou come o'er the far-shining sea, Like Seba's dove, on thy snowy neck bringing Love's written vows from my lover to me. Oh, in thy absence, what hours did I number!Saying oft, "Idle bird, how could he rest?" But thou art come at last, take now thy slumber, And lull thee in dreams of all thou lov'st best. Yet dost thou droop-even now while I utter Will now all be turn'd into weeping for thee. While thus the scene of song (their last Whose watch we feel, but cannot see, Had from the circle-scarcely miss'd, Ere they were sparkling there again— Glided, like fairies, to assist From the stray glance of curious eyes, A feast of fruits and wines was laidSoon to shine out, a glad surprise! And now the moon, her ark of light Steering through Heav'n, as though she bore The Zeans at their feast were seen. Beside the nymph of India's sky; And urchin Love stood laughing by. Meantime the elders round the board, By mirth and wit themselves made young, High cups of juice Zacynthian pour'd, And, while the flask went round, thus sung: SONG. Up with the sparkling brimmer, Aught to match this light, Truth in a deep well lieth- Thus circled round the song of glee, What see they there? a bright blue light That, like a meteor, gliding o'er The distant wave, grows on the sight, As though 'twere wing'd to Zea's shore. To some, 'mong those who came to gaze, Of pine torch, luring on his prey; They breathed the bless'd Panaya's1 name, Vow'd that such light was not of earth, But of that drear, ill-omen'd flame, Which mariners see on sail or mast, When Death is coming in the blast. While marv'ling thus they stood, a maid, Who sat apart, with downcast eye, Nor yet had, like the rest, survey'd That coming light which now was nigh, Soon as it met her sight, with cry Of pain-like joy, ""Tis he! 'tis he!" Loud she exclaim'd, and, hurrying by The assembled throng, rush'd tow'rds the sea. At burst so wild, alarm'd, amazed, All stood, like statues, mute, and gazed What meant such mood, in maid so meek? Till now, the tale was known to few, Who late had left this sunny shore, Th' ill-omen'd thought which cross'd him then, That once those hands should loose their hold, They ne'er would meet on earth again! In vain his mistress, sad as he, But with a heart from Self as free As gen'rous woman's only is, His favorite once, ere Beauty's eye 1 The name which the Greeks give to the Virgin Mary. SONG. MARCH! nor heed those arms that hold thee, When thou bring'st fresh laurels home. Dost thou live but in her breath? March!-one hour of victory now Wins thee woman's smile till death. Oh, what bliss, when war is over, Beauty's long-miss'd smile to meet, And, when wreaths our temples cover, Lay them shining at her feet! Who would not, that hour to reach, Breathe out life's expiring sigh,Proud as waves that on the beach Lay their war-crests down, and die There! I see thy soul is burning She herself, who clasps thee so, Paints, ev'n now, thy glad returning, And, while clasping, bids thee go. One deep sigh, to passion given, One last glowing tear, and thenMarch!-nor rest thy sword, till Heaven Brings thee to those arms again. Even then, ere loath their hands could part, A promise the youth gave, which bore Some balm unto the maiden's heart, That, soon as the fierce fight was o'er, To home he'd speed, if safe and freeNay, ev'n if dying, still would come, So the blest word of "Victory!" Might be the last he'd breathe at home, "By day," he cried, "thou'lt know my bark; “But, should I come through midnight dark, "A blue light on the prow shall tell "That Greece hath won, and all is well!" Fondly the maiden, every night, Had stolen to seek that promised light; Nor long her eyes had now been turn'd From watching, when the signal burn'd. Signal of joy-for her, for all Fleetly the boat now nears the land, While voices, from the shore-edge, call For tidings of the long-wish'd band. Oh the blest hour, when those who've been Through peril's paths by land or sea, "TIs the Vine! 'tis the Vine!" said the cup-loving ""Tis the Vine! 'tis the Vine!" laughing myriads boy, As he saw it spring bright from the earth resound, "Hail, hail to the Wine-tree, all hail!" LEGENDARY BALLADS. ΤΟ THE MISS FEILDINGS, THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED, BY THEIR FAITHFUL FRIEND AND SERVANT, THE VOICE. Ir came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days, "Alas," sigh'd the maiden, "how fancy can cheat! "But cold now they slumber in yon fatal deep, She sunk on her pillow-but no, 'twas in vain "Oh sleep, come and shield me," in anguish she said, "From that call of the buried, that cry of the Dead!" And sleep came around her-but, starting, she woke, For still from the garden that spirit Voice spoke! "I come," she exclaim'd, "be thy home where it may, "On earth or in heaven, that call I obey;" Then forth through the moonlight, with heart beating fast Too fond to believe them, yet doubting, yet fearing, When calm lay the sleeper she stole with her light; And loud as a death-watch, the pale maiden pass'd. And saw-such a vision !—no image, appearing Still round her the scene all in loneliness shone; To bards in their day-dreams, was ever so bright. A youth, but just passing from childhood's sweet morning, While round him still linger'd its innocent ray; |