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Let a more radiant beam Through the blue ether gleam,
Charming the sight!
Would the dark clouds on high
Melt into air!
Stars glimmer tenderly,
Planets more fair
Shed their soft light.
Spirits of heav'nly birth, Fairer than sons of earth, Quivering emotions true
Hover above; Yearning affections, too,
In their train move.
See how the spirit-band, By the soft breezes fann'd, Covers the smiling land,-- Covers the leafy grove, Where happy lovers rove, Deep in a dream of love, True love that never dies!
Bowers on bowers rise,
Soft tendrils twine; While from the press escapes, Born of the juicy grapes,
Foaming, the wine; And as the current flows O'er the bright stones it goes,-- Leaving the hilly lands
Far, far behind,-- Into a sea expands,
Loving to wind Round the green mountain's base; And the glad-winged race,
Rapture sip in, As they the sunny light, And the fair islands bright,
Hasten to win, That on the billows play With sweet deceptive ray, Where in glad choral song Shout the exulting throng; Where on the verdant plain
Dancers we see, Spreading themselves amain
Over the lea.
Some boldly climbing are
O'er the steep brake, Others are floating far
O'er the smooth lake.
All for a purpose move,
All with life teem, While the sweet stars above
Blissfully gleam.
V.
MARGARET AT HER SPINNING-WHEEL.
MY heart is sad,
My peace is o'er; I find it never
And nevermore.
When gone is he, The grave I see; The world's wide all Is turned to gall.
Alas, my head
Is well-nigh crazed; My feeble mind
Is sore amazed.
My heart is sad,
My peace is o'er; I find it never
And nevermore.
For him from the window
Alone I spy; For him alone
From home go I.
His lofty step,
His n.o.ble form, His mouth's sweet smile,
His glances warm,
His voice so fraught
With magic bliss, His hand's soft pressure,
And, ah, his kiss!
My heart is sad,
My peace is o'er; I find it never
And nevermore.
My bosom yearns
For his form so fair; Ah, could I clasp him
And hold him there!
My kisses sweet
