Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1836-08-04
POETRY.

POETRY.
Prom Bi,chwood's Magazine.
THE DYING FLOWER.
lBY rREUERicx RvcKERr.l
"Ilave hope; why shouIdst thou not!-the trees
Have hope and not in vain,
Stripped by the rough unfiiendly breeze.
That spring shall come again.
Thou too, within whore secret bud
A life has lurlsed unseen, .
Shall wait ill spriug revive thy blood.
And renovale Thy green"
''Alas! no stately tree am !,
No oak, no forest king,
Whose dreams OF winter prophecy
A speedy day ot spmg.
A daughter of an humber race,
A flower Of early blow, ..... ...
or what was remains 40 trace,
Beneath my tomb of SNOW"
Sand if thou wer, the frailest reed.
The weakest herb that grows.
Thou need'st not fe r, God gave q seed
To every thing that blows.
Although the winters stormy strife,
A thousand times bestrew
The sod with thee thou canst thy life
A thousand times renew
"Yes thousands after me will blow
A. fair-molo fair than I, ..
No end can earth's green virtue know
But each green thing must die.
: Though they shall share in mine share
IN their life waits for me,
Myself have chansed-lhe things that were,
Are moi, no more may be.
"And when the sun shall shine on them,
That shines on me so bright, ...
Wha, boots their colored diadem. .
TO me deep sunk in night!
That sun, whose cold and frosty smile
Mocks at my honors brief,
Seems he not beckon.ng the while
A future Summers chief?
'Alas! why did my leaves incline
Unto thy faiihess ray'
For while mine eye looked into thine,
1hos flchdst my life away.
Thou shalt not triumph o'er my death,
My parting leaves | close t.t .a -t.
Upon myseIf-receive my breath
Not thou that caused my woes.
"-Yet dost thou melt my pride away,
Change into tears my stone:- ...
Receive my Hoet life Of day,
Thou endless one alone!
Yes! thou hast made my pride to pass,
Mine ire hast sunn'd away.
All that I AN. all that was,
owe ii TO thy ray.
each zephyr Of each balmy morn
That made me breathe perfume,
Each sportivo moth on brgh, wing borne
That danced around my bloom.
Each shining eye that brighter shone
My magic hues 10 see,
These purest joys owe alone.
Eternal One, 10 thee
'As with thy stars thou didsl beguih
The never fading blue,
So didst thou deck Thy green Of earth
With bright flowers ever new.
One breath have not drawn in vain
For thee--be it no sigh.
One look have for earths fair plain.
One for the welkn high
"Thou worlds warm-g glowing heart, be sper
My li(e's last pulse hce'
Receive me, heavens brig azure tent
NV green tent breaks with me.
Hail! to thee, Spring, in glory bright!
Morn with thy thousand dyes!
Without regret sink in night,
Though without hope 10 rise. "
The author Of this beautiful poem whic
need fear no comparison with the choicest piece
of Goethe or Wotdsworth--is no lcss distnguishe,
among the living iyri-ts than among the Orienta
scholars Of Germany. We translate from II vol
ume Of poems, - Gesa,nmeHe Geditehc Toi
Frederick Ruekert, published at Er,ungen, j
1884.
From the New York lie aid.
TO A BELOVED ABSENTEE.
When shall we meet again!-in Joyous spring!
When youth aud nature all their pleasures bring
To bless our mutual lot, and blind our eyes
To every IN which in our pathway lies.
Oh, not in Spring, for Spring with US is fled,
An ,ye h,vp scaItarad Ipa vcs the bu,ls t0:if