New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-04-28
From The Cincinnati Commercial Advertiser
LYRA.....A LAMENT.
BYALIcE CAREY.

HADgss whose uesses ssne,
Crowned with dsfOdu and sglsnnne,
Or from tneir sIfiuge1 buds VI onsffoses'
Brght as the verfneil closes
OF Apr twiHghls. sfter sOobing rams,
Fall down 10 nppled sEeins
And golden iaoRles low
Aboue your bOs0rns, dainty A. new snow
WkgIs tb@ warn shadows blow Ia sOftest gales
Esir bs wtbOro flowers and ensuy blossoms white
Against your kirslss, IKE The roth from pals
Ger brlmned win milk A. Eigh',
When lowing hsiisrs bury heir sleek aanEs
10 wiBrOws " sweet nay, or clOyof banks
Come rear and hear pray,
nv Dlsilea rOUDdesy
Where creeping vines osrrun the sunny less,
Sadly, sweet souls, watch your shining bands
FliliDg with stsiLed hands
Your lesfJ c1ps ~iih lush red strawberries
Or deep 10 mUnnurODs RlOOns,
10 yellow moses fUil 81 stafry BLOOMS,
Soc ken a. ezse-1acn bosied A. sos likes,
Or stripping from the grass The oea1ed dews
Or picking jagged leaves from me sim spikes
or tender piuEs-vith warbled interfuse
or ooesy divine,
That hsply long ago
Some wrelched bOTderx OF tbs realm OF wo
Wrought 10 q oulcet line
If iD your lovely years
There be sorrow hat may touch with tears
The eyelids pitsOusly, they must % shed
FoR LYRA, DEAD
Was blown almost within the summers reach,
And eli the orchard ueos
Apple, asd pear, and peach,
Were full Of yellow bees,
Flown from their hives away.
The calloW dove upon the dusty beam
Flultered Its hIsle wings 10 streess o. heot
And the gray swallow Iwittered full 10 sight
Harmless he uDyoked team
Browsed from the budding elms, and thrilling lays
Made musical prophecies % brighter days;
And all went joeundly; ! could bu1ssy
Al Well-s-dayi
What time spring thsws the void,
And ia the dead leaves come up sprouts OF gold,
Ard green aud libby blue, that sfIer hours
Encr0wn with flowers;
Heavily lies my heart
From al de lights apart,
Even &c az echo hungry iOr the wind
When fsii the silver-kissng waves to unomo
Yhe music bedded 10 the drOvsy strings
or The seas golden shells s
That, sometimes, with their honeyed murmunngs
FIN ali It's underSwells:
For DER the sunshine fell shadow vide
When Lyra died.
When sober Autumn. With his mist bound browI,
Sits dresrly beneath the fading boughs,
And the rain. chilly cold,
WrpRs from his beard Of gold,
And, a. some comfort for his lonesome hours,
Hides Ia his bosom eta he OF withered flowers,
I ihpk about what leaves are dropping round
A smoothly shHpen mound;
And n the wild wind cries
Where Lyrs lies,
Sweet shepherds, sOfty blow
Ditties most sad and low
PipiDg on hollow reeds to your psnl sheep
Calm be my Lyfas sleep,
Upvexed with dream OF the rough briers that pull
From bis suayed lambs the wool
u star that trembest dim
Upon the welkin's rim,
Send with Thy milky shadows from above
Tidings about my love;
II that Iome envous wave
Made bis untimely grave,
Or H. 90 sOftening half my wild regrets,
Some coverlid Of buezt vOleIs
Was sonIy put aside,
What time be died
Nay, come not, piteous maids,
Out OF the murmuTOus shades;
But keep your uesset crowned as you may
With ePlsntine and dsfodiies gay,
And with The dews OF myrtes wash your cheeks
When fanny sTesks,
UpTunning the gray orient, tell OF morn
While 1, forOrn,
Pour ali my heart Ia tears and plants, Instead,
For LYRA, DEAD.