Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 37 1835.pdf/6



"So fade, fade on thy gift of love shall cling,    A coiling sadness, round thy heart and brain, A silent, fruitless, yet undying thing,         All sensitive to pain! And still the shadow of vain dreams shall fall O'er thy mind's world, a daily darkening pall. Fold, then, thy wounded wing, and sink subdued, In cold and unrepining quietude!"

Then my soul yielded; spells of numbing breath Crept o'er it heavy with a dew of death, Its powers, like leaves before the night-rain, closing; And, as by conflict of wild sea-waves toss'd    On the chill bosom of some desert coast, Mutely and hopelessly I lay reposing.

When silently it seem'd            As if a soft mist gleam'd Before my passive sight, and, slowly curling, To many a shape and hue Of vision'd beauty grew,

Like a wrought banner, fold by fold unfurling. Oh! the rich scenes that o'er mine inward eye Unrolling, then swept by, With dreamy motion! Silvery seas were there Lit by large dazzling stars, and arch'd by skies Of Southern midnight's most transparent dyes, And gemm'd with many an island, wildly fair, Which floated past me into orient day, Still gathering lustre on th' illumin'd way, Till its high groves of wondrous flowering trees Colour'd the silvery seas.