The Sun.
London, England, 1839-06-10 00:00:00

CAROLINE BO WLES.

We are'sure our readers will be highly gratified by
the two fallowing extracts from the poetry of Caroline
Bowles, now Mrs. Southey. They were published
some three or four years ago, but time cannot destroy
their beauty or their effect :

ONCI ;:'ON A TIME.
Sunny locks of brightest hue
Once around my temples grew.
Laugh not Lady I for 'tis true;
Laugh not, lady ! for with thee
Time may deal despitefully;
Time if long he lead thee here,
May subdui, that mirthful cheer;
Round those laughing lips and eyes
Time may write sad histories;
Dczp indent that even brow,
Change those locks so sunny now,
ns-dark and dull a shade,
As on mine his touch bath laid.
Lady ! yes, these locks of mine
Clustcr'd once with golden shine,
Temples, neck, and shoulders round,
Richly gushing if unbound,
If from band and bodkin free,
Wellnigh downward to the knee.
S:ime there were took fond delight,
Sporting with those tresses bright,
To enring with living gold
Fingers, now beneath the mould
Olio is me I) grown icy cold.
One dear hand hath smoothed them too
Since they lost the sunny hue,
Since their bright abundance fell
Under the destroying spell—
One dear hand 1 the tenderest
Ever nurse-child rock'd to rest,
Ever wiped away its tears.--.
Even those of later years.
Froma cheek untimely hollow,
Bitter drops that still may follow,
Where's the hand will wipe away?
Her's I kiss'd—(Ah 1 dismal day)
Pale es on the shroud it lay.
Then, methought, youth's latest gleam
Departed from me like a dream__.
Still, though lost their sunny tone,
Glossy brown those tresses shone,
Here and there, in wave and ring,
Golden threads still glittering ;
And (from band and bodkin free)
Still they flowed luxuriantly.
Careful dap, and wakeful nights,
Early trercled on young delights.
Then cf ills an endless train,
Wasting langour, wearying pain,
Fcv'rish thought that racks the brain,
Crowding all on summer's prime,
Made me old before my time.
So a dull, unlevely hue
O'er the sunny tresses grew,
Thinu'd their rich abundance too, '
Not a thread of golden light
In the sunshine glancing bright.
Now again a shining streak
'Gins the dusky cloud to break ;
Here and there a glittering thread
Lights the ringlets dark and dead,—
Glittering light I—but pale and cold,--•
Glittering thread I—but not of geld.
Silent warning silvery streak
Not unheeded'dost thou speak.
Not with feelings light and vain,
Not with fond regretful pain,
Look I on the token sent
To declare the day far spent
Dark and troubled bath it been—.
Sore misused and yet between
Gracious gleams of peace and grace
Shining from a better place.
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your way,
O'er the yellow pebbles dancing,
Through the flowers and foilage glancing,
Like a ckild r:t play.
River 1 River swelling River !
On you rush or rough and smooth—
Louder, faster, brawling, leaping
Over rocks, by rote-banks sweeping,
Like imptuous youth.
River I River 1 brimming River !
Bread arid deep and still as Time,
Seeming still—yet still in motion,
Tending onward to the ocean,

- Just like mortal prime.
River! River I rapid River I
Swifter now you slip away;
Swift end silent as an arrow,
Through a channel dark and narrow,
Like life's closing day.
Rive; ! River ! headlong River I

Down you dash into the sea 1
S.m, that tine bath never sounded,
S 2, that voyage bath never rounded,
Like eternity.

There is at present living under one roof in Skin'
bur.iess, a farnily of ten per6ons—five of whom are named
William, and the other five Mary.—Carlisle Journal.