Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-05-14
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Came DER This soul OF mine
! caugat Il visionary CLEAN
OF angel forms divine
4 glance OF those long passed away,
TO those bright sunny isles,
Where sunlight sheds fadelesS ray,
And summer ever smiles.
Night had 'sbuttoned her jacket around with
STARS folded the azure drapery around her taatless
form and pinned il with asparkling gem: dim silence
sa; enbroEel upon our lower realn the crystal dew
drops rested on the sleeping flowers IUippooreih
had hidden his ietty bill beneath his folded wing and
gone ito seep-perehance to dream" and cen te
me had tired natures sweet restorer come Yes,
the fringed cul aims of the 'windows Of the soul
were drawn, and silently, peacefully wendell my
way to "the land of dreams"
Who mel erel Not the dweers of to-day, but
some of the sages of other Yeas. did not question
.cty they came from their sepulchral chambers p?
why they in turn gave me the privilege of glance;
II was enough 10 view them silently, admiringly.-
lIere is defect in my knowledge of history display
ed) knew not that England had glored in the
fame of Gar that she was proud to carve his
| name upon Fame's brightest scr ,; hut in my dream
he was the first character that appeared to seat
ed in his easy chair, just ready to WELD the poet
ic pen" ] remember well his noble brow aud wa
wing sunny hair, his soullit eyes, expressive and
yet so mild
Next in order came Pore and as he deems "what-
as is right, perhaps he will not object to the
titie Of drean-hero. He not in conversation
al mood, and not in the Imperative, no new
ideas winged their way from the Thought land OF
his soul.
SrERxE sat there with his finger placed on "Mirth-
fulness looking not half so stern as some Of US do
and not half try.
MILTON seemed in a study perhaps he felt wretch
| ed, ''bahny sleep" having deserted him.
SHELLEY must have had some sweet, poetic tho't
trembling on the portal of his BRAIN CLEAN OF
a remoer world" his eyes pcerng far off into the
deep. blue spangled world, and his lips mute.
| BYRON passed silently by, doubt breathing on
the trembling heart harp
81 would were a careless child,
sun dwelling in my highland cave"
MOORE walked thoughtfully away, perhaps in
search of that
Sweet little Isle OF our own,
In a blue far of and alone.
Where leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers,
And the bee banques thro' whole year of flowers"
Burns seemed sad and thoughtful-his mind re
vcrtng 10 the halcyon hours spent with Highland
Mary" and disturbed not the revery of him vino
sang to ALTON Waters"
Who came next Not in silence-not in q reverie
but in the wild enthusiasm of his nature came PoE
He had wandered among Europes Poets-had for.
gotten the Raven and the smile of "Lenore aud
came up with an excited brain TO give the world
speech! / was too much dsmayed to listen 10 hi;
words. but remember with accuracy every motion
he made His hair dishevelled--eyos fiery and wild
and mouth distorted, FROM which the furious word.
were iesuing, like torrent from Vesuvius. III.
whole frame quivered with his OVERLOOKING emotions
and he stamped the floor until trembled with fear
His arms were outstretched with mad gestures and
from the ends of his fingers came fire and smoke
Lniputian gun barrels,) the balls were just is
suing from their natural barrels, when awoke to
find it 'all a dream at the best!'
Walwort1, Wis. HATTIE.