POJDIB 0, lU.TUJUI.
Come, montb11, come away,
From November to M.ay,
In your A&drleet array ;
Follow the bier
or the dead cold year,
And like dim shadows watch by her ll'pulcbre.
The chill rnin is f;Jling, the uipt worm ia crawling,
The r i\'el'll are swelling, the thunder i11 knelling
For the year ;
The blithe swallo1f!l are ftown, and the lisarda each gone
To hia dwelling ;
Come, montba, come away;
Put on white, blnclt~ and gray,
Let your light aiatets plAy-
Ye, follow the Lier
or the dead cold year,
And make her grave f{reen with tear on tear.
SRBI.Ld'.
r!larla ~a6nt.
THE point of one white star ia quivering still
Deep in the orange light of widening morn,
Beyoud the purple mouutains: through a chasm
Ofwind-div1ded miat, the daJ'ker lako '
Beftects it. Now it wanes: it gleams agnin
As the waves fade, and as the burning shreds
Of woven cloud nnnvel in pale air :
'Tia lost I and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow
The roseate sunlight quivel'll: hear I not
The .lEolian music of her aea-green plumes
Winnowing the crimson dawn t SHELLEY.lfomhtg-iong.
HARE: 1-huk! tbe lark at heaven's gate ainga,
And Pbrebus 'gina arise,
Ria steeds to water at thoee !!pringa
On chaliced ftowen that liea ;
Al1d, winking, Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eye. ;
With every thing tb.at pretty bin 1
My lady sweet, arise ;
Arise, arise I BRAltDIP£AR1