Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1847-06-24

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It was a night, whose starry ray
Matched cen the brilliant hue of day,
A night, replete with gifts of June
A fowery earth and silvery moon.
Sleep softly waved her opiate rod,
And stilled all things on Earth's green sod.
The Ocean slept, SO gently breathing
One scarce could mark its bosom heaving.
In emerald couch the flowers reposed,
The violet's azure eye was closed,
The balmy, odor-laden air
Scarce stirred beneath its burden rare,
Though oft slumbering breeze would wake
And on its harp sweet music make.
The listening waves would catch the lay,
With silver lutes, SO sweet they'd play,
That cen the peerless nightingale
Warbling within some quiet vale,
Would cease his matchless melody,
To list, and dare no rivalry.
At last swifter breeze did come
Down from its far off heavenly home.
Bright dew drops on its wings it bore,
The fairest kems of midnight's store:
Der all the birth, like stars they lie
AS if to initiate the sky.
Brighter than monarch's sparkling gem
Was the lowly fow'ret's diadem.
Methought indeed twas loves own hour,
He coul,t not choose fairer bower,
A scene SO still, so void of strife,
So stirless, yet repiete with life.
A lily by rosebud stood,
Partaking of its honey food.
With tender and confiding grace
They waved to each fond embrace.
A star in the far azure Sky,
Heard murmuring streamlet sigh;
His image in her bosom still
He saw, and blessed the gentle rill.
A zephyr sought the roses bower
To serenade the lovely flower;
Yet all unlike the constant star
He sees the streamlet from afar,
For her forsakes his tender rose,
To her his love would fain disclose
She trembled at his light caress
Yet kept the image DER her breast
Sudden, voice that came along
AS softly as fairy's song,
Or like the wind-harp's faintest sigh
That scarcely lives ere it doth die,
Folded the pinions of my thought,
And deep and mute attention brought.
Twas the voice of the far off sky
Whispering its scarce-heard melody
To its kindred sea, whose tiny waves
Scarce stirred within their azure caves:
ssOcean, sleepest thou thy nightly rest?
AS with thy weight of stars art prest?
Thou can'st not hear my lay oflove,
My wooing whispers from above.
Thy brilliant burden will lift,
Awhile withdraw my nightly gift,
NY graceful clouds shall intervene
No more thy glittering host is seen -
Now listen to my nightly song
Nv voice unheard to motal throng.
"How strange none mark our sympathy
And yet how like am to thee;
My voice to thee passage finds
In music of The tuneful winds,
And soft thy murmurlng waves reply
With sound more faint, than joys sign:
Our music of the wave and gale
By far transcends the nightingale.
Il gaze on thee with eyes of light
With loving look, from orbs as bright
Thou answers st me,-my beams [ send
AS messengers to thee; they lend
A golden chariot to thy waves,
In which they leave their dark blue caves
And joyousy tome they come,
Though griev'd to leave their native home s.
In purple mansions here they dwell,
But mark thy bosom's sorrowful SWELL
And weary of their absence long
Again they seek their home of song.
"Within thy bosom, hidden lie
Fair pearls unseen to mortal eye;
l too have jewels cen more bright,
My dew-drop gems, which deck the night
In their blue home thy gold fish rove;
too have children whom to love,
My fairy birds, who sport along,
Here in their happy world of song"
The voice was still. The ocean sighed,
In harp-like tones, its waves replied
"Our converse unperceived by men
Still lasts though sound is hushed-e'en Their
Though winds are still nor waves rejoice,
I speak to thee in silence's voice.
sWhat gives to us our hue of love!
II This azure tint, below, above ..
Z It is our depth, unseen, Profound
In shallow hearted men, ne'er found.''
The deep voice of the sea was hush'd,
"a feecy cloud the heavens brush'd;
And tears of joy the sky was weeping,
Around the wavelet lightly sleeping;
They sprang to kiss with playful mirth;
"A union twas of Heaven and Earth.