The Image in the Heart. 319 Leave me!-thou com'st between my heart and Heaven; I would be still, in voiceless prayer to die!— Why must our souls thus love, and then be riven ? Return! thy parting wakes mine agony! THE IMAGE IN THE HEART. ΤΟ I "True, indeed, it is, That they whom death has hidden from our sight, Mortality's last exercise and proof Is undergone."-WORDSWORTH. "The love where death hath set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow."-BYRON. CALL thee bless'd!-though now the voice be fled Which to thy soul brought dayspring with its tone, And o'er the gentle eyes though dust be spread, Eyes that ne'er looked on thine but light was thrown And though the music of thy life be broken, 320 The Image in the Heart. For in thy heart there is a holy spot, As mid the waste an isle of fount and palm, Thither, in trust unbaffled, may'st thou turn Thou hast thy home!-there is no power in change And oh that glorious image of the dead! Bless'd, for the beautiful within thee dwelling, And thou hast been beloved!—it is no dream, Corinne at the Capitol. But thou, from all the daughters of the earth 321 Singled and marked, hast known its home and place; To this our life a glory and a grace And art thou not still fondly, truly loved? CORINNE AT THE CAPITOL. "Les femmes doivent penser qu'il est dans cette carriere bien peu de sorte qui puissent valoir la plus obscure vie d'une femme aimee et d'une mere heureuse."-MADAME DE STael. AUGHTER of th' Italian heaven! DAU Thou to whom its fires are given, Where the conqueror's passed of old; Now thou tread'st th' ascending road X 322 Corinne at the Capitol. Flowers upon thy graceful head, Touched with many a gem-like stain. Thou hast gained the summit now! Music, whose rich notes might stir Shaking with victorious notes Now afar it rolls--it dies- All the spirit of thy sky Now hath lit thy large dark eye, Radiant daughter of the sun! The Parting Ship. Crowned of Rome!-oh! art thou not Happy in that glorious lot?— With the laurel on thy brow, 323 THE PARTING SHIP. "A glittering ship, that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain."-WORDSWORTH. O, in thy glory, o'er the ancient sea, thy sails to swell; Sunshine and joy upon thy streamers be, Proudly the flashing billow thou hast cleft, The breeze yet follows thee with cheer and song; Who now of storms hath dream or memory left? And yet the deep is strong! But go thou triumphing, while still the smiles To thee a welcome breathing o'er the tide, |