Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1838-06-26

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lTva ssr Evs.ing ndsisAI
Inc Waschang the ssa after the Dspa
urs Of Theseus.
LosELy--I0~eIy on The shore,
Wbsre Tie mighy waters roar,
Would that she could pass thsm o'cr!-
Doth Tire maiden stand
Those small, ivory ieet are bare;
ROsy as the small shells are,
They are tban the feet less fair,
Or that sea-beat strand
Whe refore doth the girl compiaiR
Wind and wave will he zr ia vain
Dark n Is the ravens breast, N
Wandiipg wild ia its unrest
Like hu-sn thought In qusst
o. future norr-
Do her raven tresses flow
Over neck and arm below,
White a. Is the silent snow,
Ur th. early flower,
Coming ere The summer sun
Coiors hal IL shines upon.
yainy does the west wind seek
70 recall upon Der cheek
How the red rose used to break
In h native isle
Breaking with lrveiy flush
But her cheek has lost is blush,
Aud her lip its sole.
Once how fair they used TO spring
For III /, Young Aihesian King.
Desolate-how desolsie.-
Does the Cretan lady wait
On the beach, f)rorn, who late
In palace dwet.
They will nni--he coming waves
Watch ter pleasure like the slaves
WIN before her knelt
And the least sign was com nand
From her slight hul roy al Iiasd.
Lovely was the native hover
Where she dwei, a guarded hower,
Ia her other happier hour.
E~e love gre W To pain.
Mid these grey ROCKS may she roam,
Fer The maiden hath no home
| None will have again. Nt
Ntyef more her eyes viii meet
Welcome iroin her native Crete.
Little did thar ~rinsess fear,
when thousasd swords we're near,
Where NO other vas her peer,
That an hour wasnsb,
Vixen her hands would siie,ch In vain,
Hell hess, TO the unpity ing main
70 The unpiiyip. Thy.
Earth below and hea ven aheve
witness 10 lie wrongs ef Love.
On the white and sounding surge,
lnthc dark horizons verge,
Aces vessel seem 10 urge
Fast her onward way:
And the swelling canvass sp:t ad.
Giitters IN the earlyr
or the coming day.
Ills as II that vessel bore
All the sunshine from the saerc.
lIo,h the young King lef, her side
She hut Yesterday ms bride
Who for his sake crossed The tide,
Gave hiai love and life
He hath left her far bsiind,
To tue warning wave and wind.
But what Is their STRIFE
II. the war within the heart
Which behelde,h him depart
She hath periied life and fame
Upon an nll-desperat~ game,
what evasleth nov her claim
On The false ant 6~ds
Net him only hath she lost:
All the spirit treasured s,est
Hath its lustrc she'd.
Let the false one cross tie MAN,
If she could believe again.
Alter hours may We; restore
To the cheek The rose IL were;
And, as II has smiled before,
So the lin will smise.
Let them he however bright.
Never viii they wear The light
Oflheir native isle.
Trusting-happy were they then
Such they casRot be again.
Strange the hearts emotions are;
How from out ofits despair
Will itsummon siren 9Th 10 bear
Desperate wrong and NO.
b ut such strength Is asthe iighl
Seen upon the grave bv night
There Is deathb- low;
And the very geam that flashes
kindits hon The hearts sweet ashes
gaming DER theaa
WistfuIly-how wistfnlly!
Thine such weary doo~ mus. be-
1hire the weary hear.
woi far confidence rrisr laced -
For affections RON u waste,
And for hopes that part,
Lsaving Us their fare we'll word
Osc Tor ever jarring chord
There the Cretaa maiden stands,
wringing her d~soairirg hands
L3aely IN the lonely sands.
IT'S n woman's Ia:
Only let her heart he won,
And her sumner hour Is doae--
Soon she Is furgot;
Sad she stravs by Mes bleak shore,
Loving, but heiovcd no more! l.. =.