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“Like a cloud big with a May shower,
My soul weeps healing rain
Its odour calms thy brain !
Spreads like a second youth again.
“ The spell is done. How feel you now ?”
“ Better-Quite well,” replied The sleeper,—“What would do You good when suffering and awake?
What cure your head and side ? ”— “ 'Twould kill me what would cure my pain ;
And as I must on earth abide Awhile, yet tempt me not to break
A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.
FRAGMENTS OF AN UNFINISHED DRAMA.
The following fragments are part of a Drama, undertaken for the amusement of the individuals who composed our intimate society, but left unfinished. I have preserved a sketch of the story as far as it had been shadowed in the poet's mind.
An Enchantress, living in one of the islands of the Indian Archipelago, saves the life of a Pirate, a man of savage but noble nature. She becomes enamoured of him; and he, inconstant to his mortal love, for awhile returns her passion; but at length, recalling the memory of her whom he left, and who laments his loss, he escapes from the enchanted island and returns to his lady. His mode of life makes him again go to sea, and the Enchantress seizes the opportunity to bring him, by a spirit-brewed tempest, back to her island.
Scene, before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress.
The Enchantress comes forth.
He came like a dream in the dawn of life,
He fled like a shadow before its noon;
O sweet Echo, wake,
And for my sake
But my heart has a music which Echo's lips,
Though tender and true, yet can answer not, And the shadow that moves in the soul's eclipse Can return not the kiss by his now forgot ;
Sweet lips ! he who hath
On my desolate path
The Enchantress makes her spell : she is answered by a Spirit.
Within the silent centre of the earth
the lady of his love to the Enchanted Isle. She is accompanied by a youth, who loves her, but whose passion she returns only with a sisterly affection. The ensuing scene takes place between them on their arrival at
INDIAN YOUTH AND LADY.
And if my grief should still be dearer to me
I offer only That which I seek, some human sympathy In this mysterious island.
Oh! my friend,
Peace, perturbed heart !
strike cold into the breast at night, Yet cannot linger where it soothes the most, Or long soothe could it linger.
You also loved ?
Loved! Oh, I love. Methinks This word of love is fit for all the world, And that for gentle hearts another name Would speak of gentler thoughts than the world owns. I have loved.
And thou lovest not? If so Young as thou art, thou canst afford to weep.
Oh! would that I could claim exemption
He stood beside me,
He came, and went, and left me what I am.
Your breath is like soft music, your words are
He was so awful, yet