The Daily Nashville true Whig. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1851-1855, 1855-09-22
For the NashriIIe rrue wing.
A Dream.


BIZ JOIN 3. HATCHER.
dreamed last eve strange sweet dream,
In which Ijourneyed down Iife's stream,
An eager pilgrim, and once more
L stood upon youths distant shore,
Ger which, though dim, and lone, and chill,
Memory's pale sunlight linger'S still.
Aweary of toll, and dust, and heat,
/ leaned upon an arbor seat,
While, like gay, glad-hearted band
OF fairy things from elfn land,
The genii Of the evening air
Leapt lightly through my loosened hair.
And grateful as loves maiden kiss
To souls attuned to that sweet bliss
Which comes with loves first mutual VOW,
The cool dew fell upon my brow,
Which, through the long September day
Had borne the suns unbroken ray.
The tranquil hour of rest had come,
And toll and trade had ceased their hum;
The eve ming wind that wandered by
Brought nothing but its own low sigh,
So all unburdened vas its wing
BY any sound Of living hing.
And ewes first glittering jewel-star
Stole out DER Western hills aiar;
And as marked its dawn the while,
1t seemed to meet my gaze AID smilei
Like her dear eyes so soft and bright,
Whence drinks my soul its only light.
But ere the Sun had dotted his crown,
And laid his golden sceptre down,
Upon my brain there softly fell
Sleeps quiet and mysterious spell;
And I, by unst en- hand,
Went down into shadowy land.
In something ike the moons pale light,
stood upon the silent height
That ovsrlooks the haunted cline
Where sleep the vctimized Of Time
Youths gay, glad dreams, whose death and doom
Came to them in their bud and bloom.
With noiseiess tread wandered Ger
My arlier manhood's dusky shore,
Until knelt BEN ath that tree
The Mecca Of the heart to me;
Where, ere Iife'S ruder hours begun,
My only love was wooed and won
-Four years had passed-iour feeting years
Unmarried by grief, undimmed by tears,
Since She mine idol, sat with ne,
In loves sweet dream, beneath that tree;
And once again, its listening boughs
Bent down to hear whispered vows.
met her first when sixteen years,
I'm which trace OF time or tears
Upon her lily brow was cast,)
Had come to her, and smiled and passed;
And then her grace Of mind and form
First made my heart beat wild and warm.
Andin my dream she seemed as fair
(With just the same soft eyes and hairy
AS on that day when first my vow
Was sealed with kisses on her brow
When hopes bright bow Of promise SPAWNED
Our sky, in life's green morning land.
My arm about her waist was thrown
Her willing hand lay in mine own
And beaming with loves light divine,
Her gentle eyes were bent on mine,
While low, sweet words fell on my ear,
That thrilled my very soul to hear.
Aud thus, methOught, we sat for hours,
Wreathng Times chainless wing with flowers,
Till, when the severng hour drew nigh,
We came to say, "good bye! good byel'
And give loves first, fond, parting kiss,
My soul, though sad, was wild with bliss.
But ere that thrill ceased to feel,
Went from mine eyes sleeps balmy seal
! woke to find my love-my pride
My ALLOW kneeling at my side
Waking me to as sweet heaven
As in my vanished dream was given.
I felt her arms my neck entwiue,
Her sweet lips warmly pressed to mine;
And as clasped her TO my breast,
thought-when thus rarely blessed
How cold sleeps sunniest vision seems
To pure affections waking dreams
COLUMBIA, Tenn, Sept 18th, 1855.