The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1856-02-21

U, bat sAs he'd not her pees
In the kingdoa, hs or near
Fes 0ed's kssd had never maas
ssch roysltv before.
An prosd pssioas seemed TO dwell,
Liks the voices In Q shell,
In the snowy bosom's s~eh
OfQuesn Mud Of Eisiaoss.
A. ,As fsids Of mijsishr cloud,
With thsir starry splenfors, shrosd
PAls Disna, - sAe moves
Across the wsGssu skis,
% her nidnieht ciosAs Of hsir
rrsilsd upon her shoulders bare,
shroadsd oil her hsehead falr.
And msds ahsdows IN her syss-
IRON the dizfy castle tips.
aAs would watch the siisat chips,
Like sAsssed phan,oms, coming
And going evermoss
WAls ihs twilight ss,tlsd down
Or the sleepy little town,
oa The gablss, quaint and brown,
TAsl had sheltered kings of yors.
Her blue eyes drank In the sisht
With full and aill delight
For it gas ~ hr scene
As aught In Arcade
Through the yellow headed grain
THROUGH the hamlet studded plain
like trembling azure vein,
Pulsed the river to the sea.
spotted belts of cedar woci
Partly clsspeJ the widening food
Like . knot Of daisies lay
The hamlets on the hill
In the ancient town below,
SPARKS Of light would come and e..
And faint voices, strangely low,
From the esrfuions old mill.
Here the isnd, IN grassy swelis,
Gently rose there sunk in deils
With vide mouths Of crimson moss,
And teeth Of rock and peatj
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An old wrink led mountain rose,
With lie Aoary head in SHOWS,
And mask-roses at his fret
while the silver sounding bells,
That came trembling through the dell.,
Like rich swells of music broke
On the enchanted ear
There was aomsthing In their chimes
That called up The Minstrel timss,
0ldsn poets, and their rhymes,
Like toaeAt cymbals nne and clear.
And 90 OFT she sat alone,
In the turret OF gray stone,
Looking o'er red milo OF heath
U0W -uhDDiou, 10 tne sea
That there grew Q village cry.
How Mauds eAesks did iose their dye,
A. Q ship, once, sailing by
Melted psstt the sapphire lea.
LADY Maud, they said, "is vain
With cold and ans di,datn
she wallis o'er mead aud moor,
She walks,A BY the ssa--
oittsth In her tower alone,
Like Gnons carved in stone
Like the queen Of half loas--
All, so iey-proud 10 she -
When Maud walked abroad, her feet
seemed lar sweetsr than the sweet
wild aowers that would follow her
with isridsscent eyes;
And the spanglsd sgiantine,
And the honeysuekis vine,
Running round and rouad the pias,
rev tremuIous with surprise
Hat she passed BY with stare
With half unconscious air,
Mailing waves Of golden roth
Upon = sea Of naise
With her large and eloadsd eyes
Looking through and through the skiss,
AZ u Gods rich paradise
Were growing upon her gaze
Her lone walks led all ons way.
AID ell ended Of the gray
And the ragged, jsJsed roeh.
That tooth the dreadful beach
There Queen Maud would stand, tbs sssst
With the white surf q her feet,
While above her wheeled the feet
sparrow-hawk with startling scfesch
When the stars had bIossotnsd bright,
NJ fhH riaua a ha atrht
seemed all full Of marisolds
And violsts astir
Maiden Maud would cit alone,
And the sea with inner tone,
Hslf Of melody ani moan,
Would rise mp and spesf with her
And she ever loved the Sea
0od's half uttered mystery--
With its million lips Of shells,
lts usver-cea ing roar
And twas well that, when she died,
They made haod a grave beside
The blue pulses Of the tide,
hons the crsgv Of Elsinors.
One red-losf falling morn,
Many russet Autumns gone,
A iose ship With folded wings
Lay dosins OF the lea
II came silently at night,
With its wings Of murky white
Folded, aher weary Sight
The worn nursing of the sea
Crowds Of peasants apchea the sand.
There were tears and elsspinR hands;
And q sailor from the ship
Passed through the gfaysy ard gstS
Only MAUD, the headstons Rad
Only Maud vast eli II said
Why, Why dii he bow his head.
Weeping. Late, alas too late ]"
And they called her cold. God know ...
Undernsaih the winier snous.
The Invisible htsrts of flowers
0row ripe for blo-somine
And th. lives that look 90 cold,
lf their stories could be told,
would seem east In gentler pculi,
Noulh seem full of love snd srTisg