Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-08-15
BY r. BUCHER SWOOPE.
THE BRIDE.

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AS EXTRACT FROM MAuD-rEsSrsoS's NEW POEM,
HAVE led er home my love, my only friend
There is none like her, none, HaL i7eri"T
And never yet SO warmly ran my blood
And sweetly, on and on
Calming itself to the long wish d for end,
Full to the banks. close on the promised good. 2
None like her po,e---
Just now the dry tongucd laurels patteri ng talk
Sccm'd her light foot along the garden walk,
And shook my heart to think she comes once m ore
But even then L heard her close the door, -
The gates of Heaven arc closed, and she is gone.
There is none like her, none. i'5f9lffs
Nor will be when our summers have deceased.
% art thou signing for Lcbanon East
In the long brecze that streams to thy deliciou:
signing FOR Lebanon.
Dark cedar, tho thy limbs have here increased,
Upon pastoral slope as fair,
And looking to the South, and fed FL
With heEeyI rain and delicate air, a-r-. > es.f
And ha0ntcd by the starry head
Of her whose will has changed my fate,
And made my life pcrfusned alter-1ame;
Ano o,er whom thy darkness must have spread
With such aiclight as theirs of cid. thy great
Forefatbers of the thornicss garden, there Icaine
sShaaowing the snow-lim' d Eve from whom she
Here viii lie, while these long branches sway,
And you fair stars that crown Happy day r..
4; o in and cut as il at merry play,
Who more SO all fcriorn,
As it seemed far better to be born
To la Dor and the IN nattock- harden d hand, a
Than nursed at case aid brought to understand
A sad astrology, the boundiess plan 5s5I ~ q.
That makes us tyrants in your iron skies, .T Ha
Inuumerable, pitiless, passionless eyes. e ..---
Cid fires yet with power tc burn and brand r. =
His nothingness into man -... ....-s
But now shine on and what care L, p r7- --- ....
Who in this stormy gulf have found pearl Is.
The countereharm of space and hollow sky, nm
And do except my madness. and would die
To save from some slight sham one simple girl.
Would die; for sullen seeming Death may give
More life to Love than is ever was gf rF-
In our low world, where yet tbs sweet to live.
Let no one ask me how it came to pass; r.-
1t seems that am happy, that to me
A livclier emeral wrinkles in the grass,
4 purcr SAPPHIRE Inclts into the sea. p -i
Not die but live life of truest breath, =
And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs.
y. why should Love. like men in drinking songs,
Spice bis fair banquet with the dust of death ! {
Make answer, Maud my bliss,
Maud made my Maud by that long lovers kiss
Life of my life, wilt thou not answer this? . 3.
The dusky strand of Death inwoven here Idear-'
With dear Loves tie, makes Love himself more
Is that enchanted mean only the swell
Of the long waves that roll in yonder bay!
And bark the clock within the silver knoll e
OF twelve sweet hours that past in bridal white,
And died to live. long as my pulses play;
But now by this my love has closed her sight
And given false death her hand, and stoPn away
To drcanful wastes where footiess fancies dwell
Among the fragments of the golden day.
May nothing there her maiden grace alright.
Dear heart, [ feel with thee the drowsy spell.
My bride to be, my ever more delight,
My own heart S heart and ownest own farewell.
1t Is but for a little space / go:
And yc meanwhile far over moor and fell
Beat to the noisless music of the night!
Has our whole earth gone nearer to the glow
or your soft splendors that you look so bright
| have clmbd nearer out of lonely He'll .zn
Beat, happy stars, timing with things below, roo,
Beat With my heart more blest than heart can tell
Blest. but for some dark under-current woe
That seems to draw-but it shall not be SO:
Let all be we'll be well.