ANACREONTIC. THE MOON IS UP! THE moon is up!—and while the cars Send round the bowl, and show the stars And, if the vines, in yonder sky, Weep,.for their host, such purple tears, The poet's tale may be no lie, That paints them 'singing in their spheres'! Shall we, because hope's fount is dry, If f eyes be dim, that, once, were bright, To weep will hardly make them brighter, And, if our hearts be far from light, At least, we'll strive to make them lighter! Fill high the glass !-to-night we'll try, And they who think it wise to sigh, May drink to-night, and sigh to-morrow!— To gather gladness where we may, SLUMBER LIE SOFT ON THY BEAUTIFUL EYE! SLUMBER lie soft on thy beautiful eye! Spirits, whose smiles are-like thine-of the sky, But loving and loved like a child of the earth! Why is that tear?-art thou gone, in thy dream, 260 SLUMBER LIE SOFT ON THY BEAUTIFUL EYE! Where the sighing of flowers and the nightingale's song Fling sweets on the wave, as it wanders along!— Blest be the dream that restores them to thee, But thou art the bird and the roses to me! And now, as I watch o'er thy slumbers, alone, And hear thy soft breathing, and know thee mine own, And muse on the wishes that grew in that vale, And the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the fate which has taken the rest, Since it left, to my bosom, its dearest and best! Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye! Love be a rainbow, to brighten thy sky! Oh! not for sunshine and hope, would I part With the shade time has flung over all-but thy heart! Still art thou all which thou wert, when a child, Only more holy-and only less wild! THAT SONG, AGAIN! Chacun croit retrouver, dans la mélodie, comme dans l'astre pur et tranquille de la nuit, l'image de ce qu'il souhaite sur la terre. Le malheur, dans le langage de la musique, est sans amertume, sans déchirement, sans irritation. MADAME DE STAEL. THAT Song again!—its wailing strain And brightens all life's faded flowers! |