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Fresh from the pain it was to part— How could I bear the pain? Yet strong the omen in my heart That says—We meet again.

Meet with a deeper, dearer love; For absence shows the worth Of all from which we then remove, Friends, home, and native earth.

Thou lovely polar star! mine eyes Still turned the first on thee, Till I have felt a sad surprise That none look'd up with me.

But thou hast sunk below the wave, Thy radiant place unknown; I seem to stand beside a grave, And stand by it alone.

Farewell!—ah, would to me were given A power upon thy light, What words upon our English heaven Thy loving rays should write!

Kind messages of love and hope Upon thy rays should be; Thy shining orbit would have scope Scarcely enough for me.

Oh, fancy, vain as it is fond, And little needed too; My friends! I need not look beyond My heart to look for you. L. E. L.

The lovely purple of the noon's bestowing Has vanished from the waters, where it flung A royal colour, such as gems are throwing Tyrian or regal garniture among. 'Tis night, and overhead the sky is gleaming, Thro' the slight vapour trembles each dim star;