Democratic banner., 1849-01-22
From hs Lou. Chronicle Of Western Literature
THE GERMAN STUDENTS
L~OVE.DREAM.

In sooth, it was a lovely spot as ever the
eye rested onl Almost fairy-like in its
bsauty-a perfect little SCREEN island Of
lovsrsr" The weird enchantress Of the A
rabian tale, could never have called into
being a more perfect paradise. The green
surging ocean swelled on its very side, as
if its huge breast painted with happiness at
the delight of that embrace. Flowers Of
every hue lay ~spangled round, "and to the
dying twilight incense shed;" graceful
trees, bearing fruits delicious as the Tooba
bears, supported green, clinging vines, that
seemed 10th to lose their hold, and half Ger
Swallowed shrubs, whose perfumes lsded the
very air with their sweetness. Swelling
and beautifully rounded green hills rose
from out tile bosom of widespread plains;
and, as the 'Dsy-God sank to the oceans
embrace, cast their dark shadows over the
placid waters of some still, Leman-like
lake. And little, coy brooks, now flowing
smoothly along, in half playful dignity;n now
dashing merrily, in puerile sport, over the
round pebbles beneath, and now boiling in
mimic fury over some pretty cascade, and
then slowly and mOdestly sweeping into the
embrare of the lake or the ocean, murmur-
ed in the ear or sang aloud in glee their
whispers and songs to ltbe Aower-gemmed
banks. Gay birds, with brilliant and vari.
cd plumage, sitting half-buried mid the
luxuriaut foliage of some tangled wild.
wood, sang the vesper-hymn Of the dying
day. The very air was laden with music
and redoleEt of perfume; while the granc
harmonies of nature stole over thesenraptu'
red senses, and thrilled every chord of the
heart.
Twas the witching hour of twilight, ant
the sun had just sank down into the grea'
waste of waters, and the heavens, and they
were all tiuged with the red glory Of his
dying rays. A whole heart.full of senti.
msnts crowded my breast, as I lay half re.
clined upon a bed of odor-breathing VIC.
lets-half tender, half reproachful, its soul.
rejecting eyes would ever meet mine; and
as gazed upon it, I felt-oh, how bitterly.
that / was alone. Yet, I wanted not the
eloquence of words to meet my ear; cared
not then to hear the tones of whispered
love-l wanted but to see thee by my side;
to gaze into thine eyes and read that thou
too did'st feel the calm, and yet the pss.
SiOnste bliss of that hour and that spot
And thus I dreamed Of thee, feeling the
while how lonesomely beat my heart, unit
my dream became a passion; and when the
last note Of the latest-singing bird had died
upon my ear, and even the rustic of the
leaves and the murmer of the brook had
hushed into q kind of quiet-I placed my
almost trembling hand upon tie strings Of
my Tyre, and with the inspiration of a sad
and inprovisatore, l sang my heart away to
the woods and the flowers
"0h that together we could share this hour.
This soft, sweet hour ofdeep and holy calm.
When earth seems beautiful, and every flower
Sheds from its dropping petals tears Of balm!
"That we might bs-as would we were,-
alone,
Wstching the sunset in the golden West,
And the bright stars uprising one by one
a: DO these feelings in this throbbinp
breast
''Thsn, silent, in those ps'sionat. thoughts that
Asslsshsao. e aeHaA.sassszf power,