lili PODS OE llU.GDU.TIOM A!!D FANCY •
.Beside her lay her lyre. She auatch'd the shell,
And wa.ked wild muaic from ite silver strings;
Then toas'd it sadly by.~" Ah, hush! " she cries~
" Dea.d offspring of the tortoise o.od the mine I
Why mock my discords with thine luu•moniea1
Although a thrice-Olympi.ao lot be thine,
Only to echo back in e\"ety tone
The mooda of nobler natnrea than thine own."- • • • • • • •
Klli'G6LE\".
WBAr eaitb the river to the rushee grey,
Rushes aadly bending,
River slowly wendin§ 1
Who can tell the whisper d things they say t
Youth &nd time and manhood's prime
For ever ever !ed away!
Cast your wither'd garlands in the ltream,
Low autumnal branches,
Round the akilf tb.a.t launches
Wavt>ring downward through the l.anda of dream.
Ever, ever fied.away l
This the burden, this the theme.
W"ho.t sa.ith the river to the rushes grey,
Rushes sadly bending,
River slowly wending 1
It is near the closing of the day.
Near the night. Life and light
For ever eve,r fied away!Draw him tiJeward down; but not in haste.
Mouldering daylight lingers;
Night with her cold tingera
Sprrnklea moonbeams on the dim sea--waste.
Ever, ever fled away I
Vainly cberish'd I vainly chAsed I
What saitb the river to the ruoiliea ~ey,
Ruahea a&rlly bending,
River slowly wending 1
Where in darkest gloom& his bed we lay,
Up the eave moans the wave,
For ever ever fted away I - Au.I.Noa..ur.