Or that, at least, a half-lit solitude
Upon the deep might still remain for me,
And not Cimmerian darkness cover all
Fore'er in life my only solace stay.
Baseless and unsubstantial promise given,
In that unmeaning "morrow" ne'er to rise!
THE EMBROIDERED SLIPPERS.
AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF A HOLIDAY GIFT.
If a pen full of ink will my feelings portray,