Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1831-11-10
MISCELLANEOUS.
HE TRI.roRrRAIT.-pY n. P. WILLS.

Twas rich night in June. The air was all
Frrgance and baim aud the wet leaves wore stirred
By the soft fingers of the southern wind,
Aud caught tho light capriciously, like wings
Hunting the greenwood with silvery sheen.
The stars might not be numbered, and tho moon,
Exceeding beautiful, went up III heaven,
And took her place in silence, ana hush,
Like the deep Sabbath of the night came down
Aud rested upon nature. was out
With three sweet sisters, wandering, X my thoughts
Took colour of the moonlight, and OF them,
And was calm and happy. Their deep tones,
Low in the Stiffness and by that soft AR
Melted to readiness borne out, Ike song,
The language of high feeling, and fat
How excellent is woman when she gives
To the fine pulses OF her spirit way.
One was IL noble being, with a brow
Ample and pure, and on 1t her black hair
Was parted like ravens wing on snow.
Her tone was low ard sweet, and i'll her smile
You read intense affections. Her moist eye
Had most bcnignity; her mouth,
Bland and unshadowed sweetness; and her face
Was full of that mid dignity that gives
\ holiness to woman. She was one
Whose virtues blossom daily, and pour out
\ fragrance upon all who in her path
Have blest fellowship. L longcd to DO
Her brother, that her hand might lac upon
NV forehead and Der gentle voice allay
The foyer that !, at my heart sometimes.
There was second sister, who might witch
An angel from his hymn. l cannot tell
The secret of her beauty. 1t is more
Laughing beneath its lsshcs, if life
Were nothing but merry mask; tits moro
Than motion though sho moveth like fay;
Or music, though her voice is like rood
Blown by low south wind cunning grace,
Though all she does is beautiful; or thought,
Or fancy, or II delicate sense, though mind
Is her best gift and poetry her world,
And she will see strange beauty in u flower
As by subtitle vision. care not
To know how she bewitclies; tits enough
For me that can listen to hor voice
And dream dreams of music, or converse
Upon unwrit philosophy, till
Am wildersd beneath thoughts cannot bound
And the rcd LIP that breathes them.
On my arm
Lean'd an unshadowed girl, who scarcely yet
Had numbered fourteen summers L know not
How shall draw her picturc-;he young heart
Has such a restlessness of change, and each
OF lis wild moods so lovely. L can
Her figure in it's rounded beauty now.
WITH her Multiplying step her clustering hair
Bathing a neck like Hebes, and her face
b. glad heart made dant. She was full
OF the romance of girlhood. Tie fair world
Was like unmarried Eden to her ego,
And every sound was music, and the tint
Oh every cloud i silent poetry.
Light 10 thy path bright creature! l would charm
Thy heingifI could, that il should be
Ever thou dreamcst, and flow
Thus innocent ana beautiful 10 heaven!
We walked beneath the full and mellow moon
Till the late stars had risen. 1t was not
In silence though we did not seem TO break
The hush with our low voices; but our thoughts
Stirred deeply at their sources; and when night
Divided us, slumbcred with peace
Floating about my heart, which comes
From high communion. / shall never see
Fiat silver moon again without crowd
Ofgentlc memories, and silent prayer,
That when the night of life shall ovcrsteai
Your sky, we lovely sisters! there may be
A light as beautiful to lead you on