New-York daily tribune., 1862-04-25
For The Inosaa
THE NYDIA OF ROGERS.

by TIE AUTHORIZES OF sfBkLLE.
a TrOUGBT born of poets brart,
Wrought INTO form by artist hands,
True type Of Loves undying power
O'cr Womans heart, the Nydia standa
She lives; for 10 dead shape could bold
Such lements OF Passions storm
As saddened that diyinest face
And thrill through all that marble form.
She iyes; The poets thought is there
A breathing, burning soul-a fame
That scarce the artists skilliil hands
Have bound within that fragile frame.
In t, ely limb aud lneament
Ii sp,aks with Natures strength and raet
Aud burns with Loves immortal fres
through slghtlcss eyes and sUrro"ing fac,
This is no image wrought If clay,
Or srnseless marble from the earth;
No: G.hius, warm from Loves pure sml
Atone could give t'e Nydia birth.
Tn cnbW.imelt of both she stands,
The soul Of Love, the form Of Art,
Bowed by that fiery baptism trom
The rcd VesIyius of the DearC.
She loves: and what are crashing worlds
Or Lava fiuods, o. skies OF ilame,
That they slould bar her from his side,
Or Lush upon her lips his namei
She loves; an, warning elements,
Against such love how vain your power
Read in each line Of that frail form
The triumph of this fearful hOur.
Pour round her ycur devouriDg breath,
4 ia th.. ft,.t.ic .irt f,iI.
Let crumblng walls aud colonBades
lie with the human masses rolled
Full III her path; she knows 1t notI
She oaiy knows I is hers 10 save
That one belov'd and worsbipsd form
From doomed Pompeii's burning grave
lie VIII be saved; and yet the thought
Lights not her spirits dark eclipse;
No flltterilg hopes of future joy
Fit round those pale and purted lips.
She knows that On her pallid cheek
No loye-born tints shall ever rise,
Nor Passions pitying kisses bless
i hat troubled brow, those rayiess eyes.
She knows even now his fond arms press
A t.iutl. .u.m-O God, not hers.
Yet in this hour of mortal strife
No s..liish thought that bosom stirs.
Love triurphs there, so true, go brave,
IL dares the daik volcanoes wrath,
Nor shllnks amid the fiery rain
That s,rews with death its fearful path
Love, strong with hopeless energy,
Aud pure from passions earthly stain,
Yet human all in its sweet power,
O'crmastrrs mortal fear and pain.
All fear but that the loved one fan
And perish ere his side be gained:
For th.s that plaintive cry is raisedi
For this the siyhtiess eyeballs strained.
One effort more and what to thee,
y Ay4id of the rayless Eyes,
VIII hc the lava round thee poured,
Or shuddrring earth ar huming skiesf
One efioIt more, thy Glaucus saved,
Though in Ione's arms he sleeps,
Nor, bl,st than hers thy form wiI rest
B,nraih the blue seas quiVering deePs
o not in vain thy sacrifice,
Thou child by love and genius given,
Thy spirits purer recompenSe
VIII mret thee in Ioye's perect heaven
And lot in vain, if psusing here
Ere yet thou reach the waiting sec,
Thou teach our human hearts how pure,
How perfect human love may be.
Go. stand in Lsarning's ballowcd halls,
Thrice halluwed from thine advent hour
Since Science, through Thy womanS ioIin,
Is crowned by Loves immortal power.
Go. bearing ON that suffering brow,
Where anguish quenches PASSIONS hsusN
The name OF him who gave thee birth
Thyscf his recompense OF fame.
Amin itq