SONNET. IMMORTALITY. To think for aye; to breathe immortal breath; THE MARIGOLD. INSCRIBED TO MISS M-E- D EREWHILE it chanced two wandering Rays,So then deposed a moon-struck Painter,Met on a cloud his upward gaze; One dazzling bright, the other fainter. Lost in a rose; and then it streamed "Ho! brilliant Brother! tell me how " "Dear, modest Topaz, say not so; Beside yon star thou seem'st another,And brighter of the two, I trow!" 66 "But say, kind, dazzling Ruby Brother, Why meet we in a place so drear?" "O, how miscalled while thou art here, Whose glory tracks thy very name!" "Nay, truant flatterer, cease, for shame!" "Then, gentle Sister, know, I came To edge this curtain-cloud with flame; "But scarce had I my task begun, When here I found a group of Azure Changing my fringe to purple dun; They said it was the Sun's good pleasure. I knew 't was false, the dastard Rays!— Soon my blaze And gave them battle. 'Gan curl o'er each devoted head: Anon they burnt to dusky red, Then ashy gray,-and then they fled. "And when I turned to join my Sire, His car was gone, nor 'bove the ocean Was seen but one faint streak of fire, Left by its wheels' too rapid motion. Paled by the fray, though I had won!" "We'll mingle rays, and down to Earth Descending with some gentle shower, There give the world another birth, A bright and gorgeous sunny Flower; "Sweet Topaz, yes," the Ruby said; "From thee for worlds I would not vary, So good and wise thy heart and head; And we will call the flower Mary; For once I saw a maiden's eyes So like the brightness that we prize, Their light, I'm sure, the name foretold, 'T was hers, but still our hue we 'll hold." "We'll call it, then, the Marigold." "And this our charm no sullen knave," With eastern wind or hazy weather; Shall feel this name. they know not how Linked with a past and pleasant thought; Some gentle kindness, never bought,Some gift of heart, for memory wrought." - A FRAGMENT. BUT most they wondered at the charm she gave To common things, that seemed as from the grave Of mouldering custom suddenly to rise To fresh and fairer life; a life so new, And yet so real, — to the heart so true, They gazed upon the world as if a thousand ties, Till now to all unknown, between them daily grew. The life was hers, - from that mysterious cell Though ruthless Time, with whom no creature strives, Yet brings his wasting march no doom to this, Like heritage with air, that aye for all survives. |