THE GARDEN POOL.

Charmed by the lily's golden eye,
I rest upon this margin cool,
And think what leagues of azure sky
Are mirrored in the tiny pool.
Delicious emblem of the mind
Whose fancy rules this bright parterre,
Ever 'mid sweetest flowers I find
The depths of heaven reflected there.

THE SCARECROW.

"O Bella! what strange wight is there,
Dark on the evening sky,
With flowing cloak, and streaming hair,
And head so grandly high?
I feel a throbbing at my heart,
For William 'tis too soon;
See how he waves his arms apart
Saluting the new moon!
Oh, clear as daylight is the truth,
Blinder than bats were we,
It is the long-haired foreign youth
Who sang last night to me.
He sang of Fatherland and Rhine;
Hush, O provoking cow!
I heard the sweet preluding line,
The whispering notes, I vow."
But nearer as they drew to see,
O phantasy forlorn!
They find for love and melody
A scarecrow in the corn.