Till suddenly a sad, and soothing strain To sing in sweet response to her heart-moving tale.— But chief the hapless Lover as he strays Pensive, and lone, amid the dews of night, Drinks in the kindred raptures of her lays, And sighs, and weeps-entranc'd with strange delight; And mourns his own so sad, and piteous plight; Of perjur❜d vows, and cruel maid's despite ; Like some sad, wandering Sprite, that haunts the But now is hushed the sadly soothing song, And stilly, slumberous silence reigns profound, Startles the Night's dull ear with fearful sound- At length fair Phœbe-pensive Queen of night! Till bursting forth, she pours her silvery stream The glowing landscape wakes from night's dark dream, To bask in calm delight beneath her light of love: The pearly earth begemm'd with dewy tears, Strew'd with fair Isles of glittering groves and bowers, Sweet Sprites that fly the face of garish day, And haunt lone isles, and lakes, and time-worn towers- But, fare ye well! ye valleys, meads, and bowers, Ye hills, and dales, and woods, and tufted groves, Ye purling streams, sweet birds, and sweeter flowers, Ye blissful scenes, and joys, aud rural loves! Where gentle Peace, with musing Fancy roves :Farewell thou flowery Queen! sweet-smiling Spring! With all thy jocund train of laughing Hours, And thou my Harp, 'till next I strike the string In untaught rustic strains,—and Summer's praises SONNET, WRITTEN AT SEA, SEPTEMBER, 1826. I LOVE ye, ye fair creatures of the night !— Ah! not to tempt us to idolatry; For if ye are so lovely, wond'rous fair, How much more wond'rous, lovely fair is He Who made ye thus, all beauteous as ye are, That Man should Him adore, Him worship whilst they gaze. SONNET, WRITTEN AT SEA, SEPTEMBER, 1826. I HAD a dream-a dread, and fearful dream! 'Twas sad reality, no thing of sleep :— Then as I strove to clamber down the dread, And fearful precipice, in hope to save Some drowning mortal from a watery grave, Methought the rocks did break beneath my tread, And, falling headlong, suddenly did wake In wild amaze, and fear, that made my bones to |