A youth, but just passing from childhood's

sweet morning,

While round him still lingered its innocent ray;

Tho' gleams, from beneath his shut eyelids gave warning

Of summer-noon lightnings that under them lay.

His brow had a grace more than mortal around it,

While, glossy as gold from a fairy-land mine,

His sunny hair hung, and the flowers that crowned it

Seemed fresh from the breeze of some garden divine.

Entranced stood the bride, on that miracle gazing,

What late was but love is idolatry now; But, ah-in her tremor the fatal lamp raising

A sparkle flew from it and dropt on his brow.

THE LEAF AND THE FOUNTAIN. "TELL me, kind Seer, I pray thee, "So may the stars obey thee,

"So may each airy
"Moon-elf and fairy

Nightly their homage pay thee!
Say, by what spell, above, below,

"In stars that wink or flowers that

Alas, 't was not the white-horned doe
He saw in the rustling grove,
But the bridal veil, as pure as snow,

Of his own young wedded love.
And, ah, too sure that arrow sped,

For pale at his feet he sees her lie;→ "I die, I die," was all she said, While Echo murmured, "I die, I die!"

YOUTH AND AGE.2 "TELL me, what 's Love?" said Youth, one day,

To drooping Age, who crost his way. "It is a sunny hour of play,

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"For which repentance dear doth pay; Repentance! Repentance! "And this is Love, as wise men say."

"Tell me, what 's Love?" said Youth once more,

The Wizard showed him his Lady bright, Where lone and pale in her bower she lay;

"True-hearted maid," said the happy Knight,

"She's thinking of one, who is far
away."

But, lo! a page, with looks of joy,
Brings tidings to the Lady's ear;

some old verses, "Tell me what 's love, kind shepherd, pray?" and it has been my object to retain as much of the structure and phraseology of the original words as possible.

"Proud maiden! I come with high spousals to grace thee,

"In me the great conqueror of con

querors see;

"Enthroned in a hall fit for monarchs I'll place thee,

"And mine thou 'rt for ever, thou high-born Ladye!"

The maiden she smiled, and in jewels arrayed her,

Of thrones and tiaras already dreamt she;

And proud was the step, as her bridegroom conveyed her

In pomp to his home, of that highborn Ladye.

"But whither," she, starting, exclaims, "have you led me?

"Here's naught but a tomb and a dark cypress tree;

"Is this the bright palace in which thou wouldst wed me?"

With scorn in her glance said the highborn Ladye.

""Tis the home," he replied, "of earth's loftiest creatures

THE INDIAN BOAT.

'T WAS midnight dark,
The seaman's bark,

Swift o'er the waters bore him,
When, thro' the night,

He spied a light.

Shoot o'er the wave before him. "A sail! a sail!" he cries;

"She comes from the Indian shore "And to-night shall be our prize,

"With her freight of golden ore:
"Sail on! sail on!"
When morning shone

He saw the gold still clearer;
But, though so fast

The waves he past,

That boat seemed never the nearer.