MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP. WHAT hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells? We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the depths have more!-what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies! -Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ! Earth claims not these again. Yet more, the depths have more! thy waves have roll'd Above the cities of a world gone by! Sand hath fill'd up the palaces of old, Yet more! the billows and the depths have more! Give back the lost and lovely !—those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown— But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, |