THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. I. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? II. Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey III. Weary wind, who wanderest On the tree or billow ? AN ALLEGORY. I. A PORTAL as of shadowy adamant Stands yawning on the highway of the life Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt; Around it rages an unceasing strife Of shadows, like the restless clouds that haunt The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted high Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky. II. And many pass it by with careless tread, Pause to examine, these are very few, And they learn little there, except to know That shadows follow them where'er they go. TIME LONG PAST. I. LIKE the ghost of a dear friend dead A tone which is now forever fled, II. There were sweet dreams in the night Of time long past : And, was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow onward cast Which made us wish it yet might last That time long past. III. There is regret, almost remorse, For time long past. 'Tis like a child's beloved corse SONNET. YE hasten to the dead! What seek ye there, Of the idle brain, which the world's livery wear? Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess A refuge in the cavern of grey death? O heart, and mind, and thoughts! What thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below? LINES TO A REVIEWER. ALAS! good friend, what profit can you see FRAGMENT ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED — "HERE lieth One whose name was writ on water." But, ere the breath that could erase it blew, |