Mysterious sounds from realms beyond | O River of To-morrow, I uplift

II.

O RIVER of Yesterday, with current swift Through chasms descending, and soon lost to sight,

I do not care to follow in thy flight

AND thou, O River of To-morrow, flowing
Between thy narrow adamantine walls,
But beautiful, and white with waterfalls
And wreaths of mist, like hands the
pathway showing;

The faded leaves, that on thy bosom I hear the trumpets of the morning blow

THE FOUR PRINCESSES AT These tender memories are ;-a Fairy Tale

TITYRUS, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-tree reclining,
Meditatest, with slender pipe, the Muse of the woodlands.
We our country's bounds and pleasant pastures relinquish,
We our country fly; thou, Tityrus, stretched in the shadow,
Teachest the woods to resound with the name of the fair Amaryllis.

TITYRUS.

O Melibœus, a god for us this leisure created,

For he will be unto me a god for ever; his altar

Oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds.
He, my heifers to wander at large, and myself, as thou seest,
On my rustic reed to play what I will, hath permitted.

MELIBUS.

Truly I envy not, I marvel rather; on all sides

In all the fields is such trouble. Behold, my goats I am driving,
Heartsick, further away; this one scarce, Tityrus, lead I;
For having here yeaned twins just now among the dense hazels,
Hope of the flock, ah me! on the naked flint she hath left them.