LINES WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM.

The star is set that lighted me

Thro' Fancy's wide domain,

And the fairy paths of poesy,

I now may seek in vain.

'Tis but when Sorrow's clouds appear,

In frowning darkness o'er me,

The light of Song bursts forth to cheer

The gloomy path before me.

As o'er the dusky waves at night,

Oft Mariners behold

That ocean-form, St. Ermo's light,

When tempests are foretold.

Two reasons in my mind arise.

Why Song is now denied me;—

No light can venture near thine eyes,

Nor Grief—when thou'rt beside me!