New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-07-08
From the Louisville Journal
The Origin of the DEVELOPS.


A FASTAsIE-BY MARY E. BATCHELo
There's whispering Of leaves mid the sweet sum
mer trees,
And smile on the fruit and the flower,
There a guah and fash like the rippIng of seas,
While the blossoms are laying their lips to the breeze
AS he dantiy floats from his bower.
And the coolngered Twilight SO beauteous and STILL
Dfooplng her veil from the dim world of sleep,
Soltly deepens the shadows DER woodland and bill,
Richly drapng the willows that dream by the rill,
WIN soitness SO tender and deep.
on t cushion of moss, all golden and brown,
WV Sleeps maiden in gentle repose,
W Nhlle one snowy arm is so careessly thrown
beneath the rich curls that droop lovingly down
10 her cheek sweetly tinged with the rose.
All around her are strown the sweet blossoms of May,
Fondly kissed into life by the spring,
Lovely roses and lilies in beauteous array
With their starry buds cleaning like Jewels astray,
oT the glow OF the hnmming birds wing.
Fen the starlight seems faint with the wealth of per-
fume,
Floating up from the rose.custered vine,
ana no sound can be heard through the sweet shady
Save the startling of buds as they leap into bloom
Ferneil cups filled with clear dewy Wine
Yet bark, there's whisper, a low dreamy sound.
,,,. Like the signing Of winds through the des,
us heard in the blossoms that lie on the ground
"hlIe bright little beings leap forth with bound
From the depths Of their delicate bells.
From the flushed glowing leaves of the beautiful rose,
~, There arises lady divine,
There are pearls in her hair that so godenly flows
oef her shoulders now cleaning like driftings Of
Orsunbeams DER woodlands that shine
From the rainscented jasmine, and violet so sweet
=, And from pansies, white, purple, and gold,
lHp gay little nymphs with their delicate feet
Nlofe more white, and more daintily sweet
Than the Venus so famous of old.
From the rich crimson folds of tulip so bold,
flaunts queen with her proud scornful eyes,
nhlle tne coWsllps and daisies their vases unfold
Ahu hhlehts ana gay pages IN emerald and gold
FROM their amGer-rimmed crcets arise
From the lily.cups dropping on tremuous stems
Maldens i1oat with soft eyelids like Sleep
Snowy mlstS are their robes all beSDangled with gems
While their brows are encircled with rich dadems,
Far more lovely than pearls Of the deep.
The wee little spirits float, murmur and swing
Round the maiden in circles so gay
They kiss her red lips, in her rineets they cling
While glancing and cleaning they tearfully sins
Ger the sleeper their musical lay.
" Oh maiden, fair maiden, thou'st cruelty torn
And broken our life-giving tie,
And now when the warm glowing breath of the morn
Snail but float to our lips as we lie so forIoru
We shall weaken, fade, wither and die
& And how happy were we, in our innocent glee,
Lightly Ginning our fairy-like bells,
While orr sweet sunny blooms opened joyous and free
10 the kiss of the sun or the song of the bee,
AS he rfed our beautiful cells.
e Now we fade from the earth, like some exquisite
dream,
Mid the odors and beauties of May,
40 more the sweet zephyr, Or bright sunny beam
Shall deepen our leaves with their rosecolored gleam
For we pass like the lovely away
Thus the fowerspirts sang, but you could not tell
where
Nor If You were waking or dreaming,
So sweet was the murmur it seemed like PRAYER
Softly llppling the folds of the silvery air,
Where fragrance and star-beams were streaming.
And the song foated on till that eoId-nisted hour
When the dawn DER the far hills was creeping,
And the maiden awoke from her sleep in the bower,
To behold every tree every leaf, every flower,
Every bud, every blossom were weeping
FRANKFORT, June 4, 1856.