New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-08-06
Nep!1ork Daily Gribmtls
THE BRIDE.

From Maud, Iebngfon't Nee Poem
HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend.
There is none like her, none.
And never yet so warmly ran my blood
And sweetly. and on
Calming itself to the long wish dior end,
Emil 70 the banks close on the promised good.
None ike her, none.
INST now the dry.tOngued laurels patteriDg talk
Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk,
And shook my heart TO think she comes once more
But even then heard her close the door
The gates of Heaven are closed and she is gone
There is none like her, none.
Nor will be when our summers have deceased
O, art thou signing for Lebanon -,
In the long breeze that streams 10 thy delicious
East,
Sgbing for Lebanon,
DARK cedar, tho thy limbs have here increased,
Upon pastoral slope as fair,
And looking TO the South and fed
With honey d rain and delicate air,
And haunted by the starry head
Ofbe whose gentle will has changed my fate,
And made my life perfumed altar-flame;
And over whom thy darkness must have spread
With such delight as theirs of old, thy great
Forefathers of the tbOrnless garden, there
Swallowing the snOw-limb d Eve from whom she
came
Here will lie, while these long branches sway,
And you fair stars that crown happy day
Go in and out as if at merry play,
Who am no more so all forlOrn,
As when il seemed far better to be born
To labor and the mattock-hsrden'd hand,
Than nursed at ease and brought to understand
A cad astroogy, the bOundless plan
That makes you tyrants in your iron skies,
Innumerable, pitiless, passiOnless eyes,
Cold fires, yet with power to burn and brand
His nothingness into maD
But now shine on, and what care /,
Who in this stormy gulf have found pearl,
The counter charm of space and hollow sky,
And do accept my madness, and would die
To save from some slight shame one simple girl
Would die; for sullen-seeming Death may give
More life 10 Love than is or ever was
In our low world, where yet I is sweet to live
Let no one ask me how it came to pass
II seems that am happy, that to me
A livelier emerald wrinkles in the grass,
purer sapphire mets into the sea.
Not die but live a life of truest breath,
And teach true life TO fight with mortal wrongs
Q, why should Love, like men in drinking songs,
Spice his fair banquet with the dust of death
Make answer, Maud my bliss,
Maud urade my Maud by that long lovers kiss,
Life Of my life, wilt thou not answer this
The dusky strand of Death inwoven here
With dear Loves tie, makes Love himself more
dear
Is that enchanted moan only the swell
OF the long waves that roll in yonder bay
And bark the clock within, the silver knell
OF twelve sweet hours that passd in bridal white
And DIED 10 live, long as my pulses play;
But now by this my love has closed her sight
And given false death her hand and stOln away
To dreamiul wastes where foOtless 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 evermore delight,
My own hearts heart and Ownest own, farewell
II is but for a little space 60:
And We meanwhile far over moor and fell
Beat TO the noiseless music of the night
Has our whole earth gone nearer to the glow
OF your soft splendors that you look so bright
have climb nearer out of lonely Hell.
Beat happy stars timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell
Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw-but il shall not be so
Let all be well, be well.