Lewisburg chronicle, and the West Branch farmer. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1849-1849, 1849-12-19
"The following from The Home jour, i,
nal. is a good imitation Of the inir1itabis
artistic poem Of " The Raven ~
On the Death of Edgar A. Poe.
By SARAH +. BOLTON.

For the radian, light of gadness never al
ternates with sadness,
Singing gifted souls to madness on ,ha,
bright and blessed shore;
Safely moored from sorrows tempest, on
the I" distan, Aidenn" shore.
Rest thee. lost one, evermore.
Thou vert like meteor glancing. through
a starry sky enirancing-
Thrilling, awiog. wrapt beholders with The
wondrous igh, i, wore;
But ,he7 meteor has descended, and the
Nightly" shadows blended,
For The iever-dream is ended, and The fear
fol crisis DER
Yes, the wild, unresiing few r.dream Of hu.
man life is DER,
Thou srt sleeping evermore.
Ocean, earth snd al, could utter. words
lha, made thy spin, aut,er--
Words that stirred the hidden fountain
yelling in thy bosom's core,
Stirred ii I'LL Its wavelets sghing, wakened
10 wild replying,
And in numbers never diving. sung the
hearts uuwrltten lore,
Now, unwrllten nevermore.
There was something sad aud lonely in thy
mystic songs that only
Could have trembled from a spirit weary
OF the life it bore
Something like the plainiive ,oning Of
hidden sireamle, moaning,
In its prisoned darkness moaning for the
light it knew before 3.
For the fragrance and the sunlight that had
gladdened it before,
Signing, sighing evermore.
To Thy soul, for ever dreaming, came a
strange effugence beaming,
Beaming, flashing from region mortals
never may explore;
Spirits led thee in thy frances through q
realm Of gloomy iancies,
Giving spectres to thy slances man had
never seen before
Wondrous spectres, such as human eye
had never seen before,
Were around thee evermore.
Thou didst see the starlight quiver. over
many a iabled river
Thou dldsi wander with the shadows of tho
mighty dead OF yore-
And thy songs 10 US came ringing like the
wild, tn~srhly singing
Of the Yi""less spirits wins'n. DER the
nights Plutonian Shore" :
o. the weary spirits wandering by the
gloomy Siygian shore,
Singing dIrges evermore.
Thou didst seem like one benighted. one
whose hopes were crushed ami bligh'ed.
Mourning for the lost and lovely that the
world could no, restore
Blu, an endless rest is gwen 10 Thy heart SC
wrecked and rven,
Thou hast me, again i'll Heaven with the
lost" and loved "Lenore,"
the angels call Lenore.
She will leave thee nevermnre.
From the earth STA. has faded, and the
shrine O! so2ois shaded.
And the muses. veil their taces. weeping
sorrow.ul end sore
But the harp. al! rent and broken. left Us
many thrilling token;
We shall near is numbers spoken, and re-
psaied DER gnd u'er,
Till our hearts shall cease to trouble, we
sha, hear them sounding o'er,
Sounding ever, evermore.
We shall hear them like fountain iinkling
down rugged mountain:
Like the waiing of the tempest minglinc
with the oceans roar;
Like the winds Of autumn sighing, when
the summer flowers are dying; .
Like sp.ril-volce replying, from a din
aud distant shore ..
Like q wild. MYSTERIOUS echo, from q dis.
tan', shadowy shore.
We shall hear them eyerm3rs.
Never more vii, thou. n.isuased, wander
through "the, Ss..ace haunted"
Or the "cvpfess Yales Titanic" which thy
spiri; d.d explore
Never hear the l." Chou" king dwelling in
the ancient steeple telling,
With slow and solemn kneling, losses
human hearts deplore-
Telling. "in sort of Runic Ibyme," The
losses we deplore,
Tolling, tollng, evermore'
If a "llvins human being" ever had the
off Of " seeing
The grim and ghas,ly" coun'enance his
"evii" Genus wore.
Ii was thee. " unhappy master, whom un-
merciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till' Thy
songs one burden bore
Fill the dirges Of" Thy hope one melau-
cho', burden bore,
OF pever-nevermote.
Indianapolis, Nov. l, lst9