Washington sentinel., 1853-12-06
APiEILA.

BY THoMAslBIBB BRADLEY.
And because this lemon always removes joy,
aud begets gloom, andbecause he doth cast shad-
ows over things fair and beautiful, l will now
bestow upon him name that shall be for the days
to come, and the NINE shall be Apheila-de-
stroyer. Feiir, Monk Of Croyland
Meath a lordly oak tres shadow, in a velvet, yer
In the vernal monthpf April, blue-eyed April soft
and fair,
Where two silvery 'rooks did glisten, was paus-
ing still to lisen
To the murmuring pf leaflets, making music in the
air, y..
To the words which Zephyr whispered to the wild
flowers blushiEg there,
And that morn smiled al care.
Every pulse with pleasure thrilling, all my soul
with rapture filling,
Then said that talmy April-"Lo! my life is full
of glce
And my future shall be CHEEKY not a single mo-
ment dreTy,
Joyous sunshine without shadow round my foot
steps e'ef shall be,
And each gay, caprcious moment yield its bless
ing ereit fee
La the earth is bright for me-
But Apheila game beside me, and he came there TO
derde me,
From that udeless, torpid ocean in the cursed De-
morland
Where, on pinions wan and wailing dusky robes
behind them trailing,
Float forever phantom figures, floating alway from
the strand!
Chastity vapors rose about me, sickly mists on
either hand,
When Apheila waved his wand
Slowly DER the verdant meadow rolled the De.
mons lurd shadow,
With sober, solemn motion, like corpse upon
the sea;
As it rolled, the wild flowers quivered, and their
shrinking petals shivered,
And the falling leaflets rustled they withered
from the tree,
And quite palsed with my terror did sink upon
my knee,
When this shadow covered me.
All my soul with anguish swelling, and my hear,
its horror knelng,
BY loud ringings in my bosom, as brazen bell may
ring
Much feared that dismal morning that Apheia
was my king
That my future should be dreary, not a single mo-
ment CHEEKY,
That dark shadows lurid shadows shadows from
the Demons wing,
Round my pathway e'er should cling
In an arbor sylvan, shady, made for wooing gentle
lady,
Where the rarest roses cluster, growing up in
Where the Venus-nurtured myrtle blooms and
blossoms in its pride
In the twilight was sitting, with maiden by my
side,
While the houris on golden sandals did like bright.
eyed houris glide,
With Alvora by my side
Sweet Alvora! dear Alvoral whose saw her did
adore her.
Darkest eyes, whose silken lashes softly veied
their burning beams,
Raven curls about her playing, DER her swelling
bosom straying,
Lips with nectar ever flowing tender cheek with
bushes glowing
Lovelier angel waves her tresses not in mortals
blissful dreams,
Not by Heavens eternal streams!
In the arbor was seated, knowing not how mo
ments feeted,
With Alvora's lustrous glances piercing TO my
spirits core,
When the darkness came a-wooing, like an ardent
bridegroom suing,
And the crimson-tinted twilight 10 his astral
palace bore,
While the matron moon approving, did her bright
est beamings pour,
And the palace gilded oer
Soon the twinkling Pleiads shining through the
lattice vine-entwiping,
With their liquid streams of beauty bade hope
tul fancy rise
For the radiant sisters seven stars serenest in the
Heaven,
Shone as seven angel faces, with their blessed
angel eyes,
On the maiden and her lover, looking from the
kindly skies,
On US smiling from the skies!