He took the goose upon his arm, He utter'd words of scorning; "So keep you cold, or keep you warm, It is a stormy morning." The wild wind rang from park and plain, The glass blew in, the fire blew out, And a whirlwind clear'd the larder; And while on all sides breaking loose BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the Hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. COOKE. FLORENCE VANE. I LOVED thee long and dearly, My life's bright dream, and early I renew in my fond vision, Florence Vane. The ruin lone and hoary, The ruin old, Where thou didst mark my story, At even told,— That spot-the hues Elysian Of sky and plain I treasure in my vision, Florence Vane. Thou wast lovelier than the roses In their prime; Thy voice excelled the closes Of sweetest rhyme; Thy heart was as a river Without a main. Would I had loved thee never, Florence Vane! But, fairest, coldest wonder! Thy glorious clay Lieth the green sod under Alas the day! And it boots not to remember Thy disdain To quicken love's pale ember, Florence Vane. The lilies of the valley By young graves weep, May their bloom, in beauty vying, Where thine earthly part is lying, YOUNG ROSALIE LEE. I LOVE to forget ambition, And hope, in the mingled thought Of valley, and wood, and meadow, Where, whilom, my spirit caught Affection's holiest breathings Where under the skies, with me Young Rosalie roved, aye drinking From joy's bright Castaly. I think of the valley and river, Of the old wood bright with blossoms; Of the pure and chastened gladness Upspringing in our bosoms. I think of the lonely turtle So tongued with melancholy; Of the hue of the drooping moonlight, |