Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1841-03-29
POETRY.
A STORY OF THE PYRENEES.
ny n, M. MIBNEs,

BY n. NJ. MIbNES.
The marriage blessing on their brows,
Across the Channel seas
And lands Of gay Garonne, they reach
The pleasant Pyrenees:-
lie into boyhood born again,
A child Of Joy and life
And she happy English girl,
A happier English wife.
They letter not where Angeles,
The chesnut-cresled plain,
Unfolds its robe Of green aud gold
In pasture grape and grain;
But on aud up where NATURES heart
Beats strong umid the bills,
They pause, contented with the wealth
That either bosom fills.
There is n lake, n small round lake,
High Oh the mountains breast,
The child Of rains and melted SHOWS,
The torrents summer rest
mirror where the veteran rocks
Niny glass their peaks and scars,
A neither sky where breezes break
Tbe s,mligh, into stars.
Oh ghily shone that little lake,
Aud Nature steinly fair,
Put on n sparkling countenauce
70 greet that merry pair;
How light from stone to stone they leapt,
How tripp ngly they ran;
To scale the rock ard gain the narge
Was all II moments span
See, dearest, this prinmyal boat,
So quaint, aud rough, deem
just such an one did CIaron ply
Across the Stygean stream:
Step in-l will your Chnron be,
And you Spirit bold
was famous rover once
In college days of old
'The clumsy oar the laggard boat
How slow we move along
The wora is harder than thought
song, my love, songn
Then standing up, she enrolled out
So blythe and sweet n strain
That the long-silent cliffs were glad
To peal it back again.
He, tranccd in joy, the oar laid down,
And rose in careless pride,
And swayPd III cadence to the song
The boat from side to side:
Then clasping hand in loving hand,
They danced childish round,
And felt ms safe in that mid. lake
AS on the ti:nest ground.
One poi.e TOO much = He headong fell, -.
She, stretching out to save
A feeble arm, was borne adown
Within that gIiltering gravel
One moment, aud The gIsh went forth
OF music-minged aughtcr,--
The struggling splash ard deaIhly shrek
Were there the instant after.
Her weaker head above The flood,
That quick eneulIed the strong,
Like some enchanted wattr-aower,
Waved piliiuily long:-
Long seemed the low and lonely wall
Athwart the tide TO fade;
Alas! that there were some to hear,
But never one to aid.
Yet not alas if Heaven revered
The freshly-spoken vow,
AntfwiIl that what was then made one
Should not he sundered now
If she was spared, by that sharp stroke,
Loves most unnatural doom,
The future lorn and unconsoled,
The unavoided tomb?
But weep ye very rocks, for those
Who, on their native shore,
Await The letters of dear news,
Tint shall arrive no more;
One letter from Il stranger hand,-
Few words are all the need;
Ard then the funeral of the heart,
The course of useless speed
The presence of the cold dead wood,
The single mark and sign
or all so loved aud beautiful,
The handwork divine!
The weary search for his fine form
That in the depth would lnger,
And late silccpss nh leuye Tho ,in0
Upon TINT faithful finger.
Aud if in life there lie the seed
OF real enduring being
If love and truth he not decreed
To perish uniorSeeing,
THIS youth the seal Of death has stamp'd,
No time can wlher never
This hope, that sorrow might have damp'd
Is Towering fresh for ever.