Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1854-11-09
Volume XIX.
E The suthOr of this fine poem,is
blind, but he sees glorious visions with
the burning eye of fancy; 'e -,
G7l From the Louisville journal
IN FANCY.
Her eye vas bright wen a widening

Her lIps were red as coral ned--- la
All, she was wondrous fairl
Der her beauteous face in sportive chas,
The fresh smiles loved to play,
Like moonbeams sweet that dancing
meet
When again earth dreams Of day.
High. on her brow of sun-steeped snow
Thoughts lucid radiance flashed,
While like cherub's wings the colder
sl rings
Dropped dazzled and abashed.
Fair beams of love, like those above,
In her eyes enhancing shone,
And halo bright of soft pure light
Seemed round her graces thrown.
As oft she dreamed; truths sunlight
seemed
9. On her clear, chaste forehead lying,
And thoughts of Heaven stole softly
driven,
Like troops of angels flying.
AS oft she gazed more brightly bIazed
The summer sun at noon;
As oft she slept, in secret wept
The sorrowing, sad-eyed moon.
In her path grew, all besprent with dew,
The violet, rose, and lily;
In her presence mild, day warmed and
smiled,
Night sank to dreams more Silly.
The moon that strobe on her starry road
Had not calmer majesty,
And shining streams lit with Orient
beams
More limpid purity.
And when she spoke such accents broke
That all melody was mute,
And as each sweet sound went ringing
round
1t seemed soul-struck lutte.
They passed me by like angels sigh,
Then slept in memory's hall,
And there often still, like far-of rill,
I hear them rise and fall.
That form so bright that it's blended
light
Beamed but to disappear;
And suck charms ween no eye hath
seen,
Such music heard no ear.
Twas in fancy born like an Orient morn,
In fancy it died like even;
1t passed away at the dawn of day
Twas but a glimpse of Heaven.
Another came, like cold, dark fame,
And summer ali withered fed,
With wild. shrill shrek came winter
bleak
And blOssoming joys dropped dead.
Her eye was bright with fatal light
And sable as death her hair;
Her lips were red as a coral bed
All. she was fearfully fair!
O'er her paid face in cherries chase,
Like shadows of clouds Ger snow,
The dark smiles crept, while her cold
breath swept
All sights from earth but woe.
Athwart her brow of moon-steeped
Flashed gloomy CLEANS of thought;
While like deaths swart wing the shad-
owy ring
A double darkness wrought.
And when she dreamed nightmare
seemed
Ger her heart to drag its shadow,
And chill of dread her face Ger
spread,
Like rime on a Towering meadow.
As oft she frowned all darkness round,
The sun was lost at noon;
Day Knocked the gloom of the rayless-
tomb,
Night mourned sightless moon.
In her footsteps grew the mournful yew
All heavy with shining sleet,
And the hchens' dew the sun scarce
knew,
And knew no balmy sweet.
The midnight sun midst vapors dun
Had not milder majesty,
And glaciers bright with slanting light
More frigid chastity.
On her dulcet tongue cold accents hung,
That dropped with icy tinkles,
And the frozen tones brought stifed
greans,
Heart-ache, aged youth, and wrin-
kles.
They round me passed like midnight
blast,
Then crept in memory's cell;
And there often still, like some ice-bound
rill,
hear their muffied swell.
From that shape of night so darkly
sz, bright ;s75.s
Ny spirit shrank in fear;
And such charms ween no eye hath
seen
Such music heard no ear.
Twas in fancy born ike an Arctic
morn,