Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO When we first met, dark wintry skies were glooming. And the wild winds sang requiem to the year; But thou, in all thy beauty's pride wert blooming, And my young heart knew hope without a fear. When we last parted, summer suns were smiling, And the bright earth her flowery vesture wore, But thou hadst lost the power of beguiling, For my wrecked, wearied heart, could hope no more. ON A FORGET-ME-NOT, Brought from Switzerland. Flower of the mountain ! by the wanderer's hand Robbed of thy beauty's short-lived sunny day; Didst thou but blow to gem the stranger's way, And bloom, to wither in the stranger's land! Hueless and scentless as thou art, How much that stirs the memory, How much, much more, that thrills the heart, Thou faded thing, yet lives in thee ! Where is thy beauty? in the grassy blade, There lives more fragrance, and more freshness Yet oh! not all the flowers that bloom and fade, Are half so dear to memory's eye as thou. The dew that on the mountain lies, The breeze that o'er the mountain sighs, Thy parent stem will nurse and nourish ; But thou—not e'en those sunny eyes As bright, as blue, as thine own skies, Thou faded thing! can make thee flourish. SONNET. 'TwAS but a dream ! and oh! what are they all, All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces, All the fond visions time's dark wing effaces, But very dreams! but morning buds, that fall Withered and blighted, long before the night: Strewing the paths they should have made more bright, With mournful wreaths, whose light hath past away, That can return to life and beauty never, And yet, of whom it was but yesterday, We deemed they'd bloom as fresh and fair for ever. Oh then, when hopes, that to thy heart are dearest, Over the future shed their sun...