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On such a tranquil night as this,
When, sleeping in the grove,
Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought,
Nor voice, nor sound betrays
It comes, — the beautiful, the free,
In silence and alone
It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep,
And kisses the closed eyes
O, weary hearts ! O, slumbering eyes !
Are fraught with fear and pain,
No one is so accursed by fate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds, — as if with unseen wings,
And whispers, in its song,
THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR.
FROM THE GERMAN OF PFIZER.
A youth, light-hearted and content,
I wander through the world ; Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent
And straight again is furled.
Yet oft I dream, that once a wife
Close in my heart was locked, And in the sweet repose of life
A blessed child I rocked.
I wake! Away that dream, — away!
Too long did it remain !
It ever comes again.
The end lies ever in my thought;
To a grave so cold and deep
Then dropt the child asleep.
But now the dream is wholly o’er,
I bathe mine eyes and see ; And wander through the world once more,
A youth so light and free.
Two locks, - and they are wondrous fair,
Left me that vision mild;
The blond is from the child.