O soul of mine! thou art a sea
By which I love to stray,
A broken-edged eternity

To lift me when I play :
Why should I shun the agony
Which gives me joy to-day?

O soul of mine! thou hidest well
The secrets of thy breast;
I only know by weed or shell
The distant and the best:

I bless the tide whose pulses tell
That after storm is rest.

SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFField.

WINDS come whispering lightly from the west,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

BYRON: Childe Harold, Canto II. St. 70.

Jus

As the day grows fainter and dimmer,

Lonely and lovely a single star

Lights the air with a dusky glimmer.

Into the ocean, faint and far,

Falls the trail of its golden splendor;

And the gleam of that single star
Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender.

Chrysaor, rising out of the sea,

Showed thus glorious and thus emulous,

Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe,

Forever tender, soft, and tremulous.

Thus o'er the ocean, faint and far,

Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly:

Is it a god, or is it a star,

That, entranced, I gaze on nightly?

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

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COUNT ARNALDOS.

HO had ever such adventure,

WH

Holy priest, or virgin nun,

As befell the Count Arnaldos

At the rising of the sun?

On his wrist the hawk was hooded; Forth with horn and hound went he, When he saw a stately galley

Sailing on the silent sea.

Sail of satin, masts of cedar, Burnished poop of beaten gold: Many a morn you'll hood your falcon Ere you such a bark behold.

Sails of satin, masts of cedar,
Golden poops, may come again ;
But mortal ear no more shall listen
To yon gray-haired sailor's strain.

Heart may beat, and eye may glisten;
Faith is strong, and hope is free;
But mortal ear shall no more listen
To the song that rules the sea.

When the gray-haired sailor chanted, Every wind was hushed to sleep;

Like a virgin bosom panted

All the wide, reposing deep.

Bright in beauty rose the star-fish

From her green cave down below;