But should we meet in darker years, When clouds have gathered round thy brow, How far more precious in thy tears, Than in thy glow of gladness, now! Then come to me,-thy wounded heart One bosom-faithless as thou art, All-all thine own, 'mid good and ill! Thou leavest me for the world!—then go! Thou art too young to feel it yet, But time may teach thy heart to know The worth of those who ne'er forget. And, should that world look dark and cold, Then turn to him whose silent truth Will still love on, when worn and old, Like that young bird that left its nest, From flower to flower,-but found no rest, Go! leave my soul to pine alone; But, should the hopes that woo thee, wither, Return, my own beloved one! And let-oh, let us die together! THE EXILE. A FRAGMENT: THE ship goes forth, in all her pageantry, That seeks for summer in a brighter clime! -One stands upon the deck; and, through the war Of waters, watches where the blood-red sun Sinks o'er his own far valley of the west, And lights the distant home that never more Shall come, with all its music -out in dreams! his sight Like that, this moment, o'er the billows fading, Has sunk-morn shall not lighten it !-the night The vessel wanders onwards!-onwards still, That marks the weariness and peril past; And-where she rises-hail the glowing East, And eyes look out, where hearts have gone before, Through many a weary day and heavy night, All, all-save one! He leans upon the deck, And, through the waters, sends his spirit forth, All else a waste-of water or of plain, What boots it which !—and the glad land-cry comes That hides the valley where he was a child! |