Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

OW she lies, who blest our eyes
Through many a sunny day;
She may not smile, she will not rise--
The life hath past away!

I.
IT is the music of her native land,-- The airs she used to love in happier days;
The lute is struck by some young gentle hand,
To soothe her spirit with remember'd lays.

EY loved one another! young Edward and his wife,
And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife.
Each evening Edward weary came from a day of honest toil,
And Mary made the fire blaze, and smiled a cheerful smile.

Oh,
Twilight!
Spirit that dost render
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth

AS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower;
Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied The blossoms so gay in their painted pride;
And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart,
For mischief…

I
AS a laughing child, and gaily
Where murmuring brooks, and dark blue rivers roll'd,
And shadowy trees outspread their silent arms,

I.HUSH, moaning autumn wind! be still, be still!
Thy grieving voice forbiddeth hearts to rest;
We hear thee sweeping down the lonely hill,
And mournful thoughts crowd o'er the human breast.…

I.WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond,
My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure,
My heart received thee with a joy beyond
All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure;…

VY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again.

ON SEEING THE BUST OF
THE YOUNG PRINCESS DE MONTFORT
(In the studio of Bartolini, at Florence).SWEET marble I didst thou merely represent,
In lieu of her on whom our glances rest,…

FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal;
In the arena of thy brilliant life
Never too busy or too cold to feel:Companion from whose ever teeming store…

PRINCESS MARIE OF WIRTEMBURG.WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
When thou wert carried to thy silent rest,
And every brow with heavy gloom was shaded,
And every heart with fond regret oppress'd,--…

AS when from dreams awaking
The dim forms float away
Whose visioned smiles were making
Our darkness bright as day;…

I.
EN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond,
My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure,
My heart received thee with a joy beyond All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure;

OW are they waned and faded from our hearts,
The old companions of our early days!
Of all the many loved, which name
Regret when blamed, or rapture at its praise?

A WORD is ringing thro' my brain,
It was not meant to give me pain;
It had no tone to bid it stay,
When other things had past away;…

MY beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by
With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye;
Fret not to roam the desert now, with all thy winged speed--
I may not mount on thee again--thou'rt sold, my Arab steed!…

LY I heard a voice—surely my name Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart!
I listened—and the low wind stealing came,
In darkness and in silence to depart.
Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form

I.IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping,
And stifled sobs, and murmurings of sorrow wild and vain,
For the old man's cherish'd blessing on her bed of death lies sleeping,--
The sleep from which no human wish can rouse her soul again.…

DO you remember all the sunny places,
Where in bright days, long past, we played together?
Do you remember all the old home faces That gathered round the hearth in wintry weather?
Do you remember all the happy meetings

IS done--the night has pass'd away;
And, basking in the sunny day,
The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of each burning tear;-- The silent echoes give no sound Of shriek or moan; and nothing round Can tell what breaking hearts…

THE FORNARINA.AND bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake
Thy wit did veil in fanciful disguise
The answer which thou wert compell'd to make
To Rome's High Priest, and call'd her then "Thine Eyes;"…

I.ONCE more the people meet,
With glad expectant faces: once again
The fair young monarch and her lovely train,
With slow and gentle feet,…

WORD was brought to the Danish king,
Hurry!
That the love of his heart lay suffering,
And pined for the comfort his voice would bring;…