LINES FOR MUSIC.
Good night! from music’s softest spell
Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers,
Fairies, with magic harp and shell,
Sing o’er to thee thy own sweet numbers.
Good night! from Hope’s intense desire
Go to thy dreams: and may to-morrow,
Love with the sun returning, fire
These evening mists of doubt and sorrow.
Good night! from hours of weary waking
I’ll to my dreams: still in my sleep
To feel the spirit’s restless aching,
And ev’n with eyelids closed, to weep.
SONNET.
Say thou not sadly, “never,” and “no more,”
But from thy lips banish those falsest words;
While life remains that which was thine before
Again may be thine; in Time’s storehouse lie
Days, hours, and moments, that have unknown hoards
Of joy, as well as sorrow: passing by,
Smiles, come with tears; therefore with hopeful eye
Look thou on dear things, though they turn away,
For thou and they, perchance, some future day
Shall meet again, and the gone bliss return;
For its departure then make thou no mourn,
But with stout heart bid what thou lov’st farewell;
That which the past hath given the future gives as well.