The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-04-11
ZUHA.


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ZURA.
EY xkRIFYA.
Zu.a, from her easement leariag,
Hesrs the song Of mockinE bird,
Sees he laurel and laburnuh;
BY the sweet south breezas stirred.
Sees the rose and pallid lily
Drop their faces from her .Visw.
Haf abasbed and half embo!sened
Dainty iipplers drunk with dew.
Zura shakes her 6usky tresEGs
Backward from her forehead white,
And with parted lips she drinketh
on glory Of the night,
Revels In its waste OF verdure,
In iis prodigal perfume;
While the royal hearted Southland
Holds lis carnival Of bloom.
III.
fZurs gees the moon Of midnight
Der her airy ocean ride,
As some ship that drags her anchor
And goes drifting with the tie.
Here and there silent meteor
On lite secret mission flies ;
rfuunrIuE In yss~-s--. "a. ann
Blockade runner of the sses.
w.
Zura hears q footstep falling
On the blossom scented sod, .. I'd. o .
And her heart throws kisses softly,
Shyly, where that foot has trod.
Barkl the tender notes Of minstrel
with the blossoms interlace--
And her creole blood goes bounding
In bright blushes to her face.
s'To the starry high sess, Tiaiden,
Lift the glory Of thine eyes;
There they'll and in all that's brightest
Than themselves no brighter prize.
See the red rose where i'd, petaisf
Nights narcotic goblet sips;
Were It's crimson hues sDd sweetness
Borrowed from thy sweGter lips,
vi.
"See the fair Wisteria casting
Purple peInOns 10 the breeze
Round about thy easement climbing
Tell me maiden, what il sees
Does IL kiss thy young cheek, Zura,.
Does IL look thee 10 the eyeg
Does IL see Thy bosom beeyingi
All, most enyiable spy
VII.
Birds OF spring, IN grove Of orange,
Nests have built AMID the bloom;
Caskets holding treasure, hidden
10 a Palace OF Perfume.
Scented orchards drip their sweetness
on the violet's royal bed
OF veined gold and princely purple
Stars eternal overhead.
VIII.
" In the mage OF bloom the zephyrs
har~a lcaf ckofr
or her own exceeding sweetness,
Night herself must faint sway.
Buds and birds and dewy blossom,
Light Of moon aud spretiing grove,
Ray Of star and wing Of Zephyr,
Whisper, dearest, but OF love-"
"Love, such ss bear thee, Zura--
Answer me with smile OF sigh.
Wit give love for love, my daringm
Softly came the answer-'Fie ~
Sang again the pleading Minstrel.
MAIDEN, trine not with 1--we,
IT'S the signet ring of Heaven,
Dropped from angel hands above.
"Fly with ne. oh, Zura, mtiden,
Thine shall be esrth's brightest bowers;
And the universe shall knol II not
Fairer resting place thef ours.
In the ever blooming tropiss
We will find our Psradisi;
Thine, In my supreme devssion;
Nine, dear love, in thy sweet eyes.
"Round the feet Of Time, the tyrsnt,
Rosy shsckles shall be hung
That we hear him not IL passing,
And remain forever yonng,
Birds. uncaged in bowers Of beauty,
Shall TO music set each day:
witt thou come, my own, my Zurst"
Coyly came the answer-"N Nay J"
XII.
"Falsehood then" the minstrel mutters,
"Fils the earth and fls the skies,
Turns HvmettisD sweets 20 poison;
Lurketh in a maiden's eyes
Makes her honied lip taste bitter,
Sours the sweetness OF her cheek,
Chokes within its treacherhus fingers
Joys that would her bosom seek.
XIII.
"Rohs the rose Of all its beauty
In the orange blossom hidesw
Came o whisper drifting toward him,
Orange blossoms are fpr bridesr
Swift 9 new hope, like an arrow,
Shot across the minstrelS brain
And with trembling lip belgathered
Up his broken song again;
NV.
And again the tuneful mgtsure,
Floated far and fostedIfree
NiDgling It's imprisoned cadence
With loves sweet hyp9bole.
will steep my song IN loswdrops
TIL II win thee 10 my {iie--
will braid the midnigh; ihoonbeams,
ZuTa, sweet, 10 crown Zee, bride.
Nv.
/" ! will wrap thy fair exisitnce
In the mantle Of my li;e;
Proudly guard its precisls pulses
With the sacred watch Nord, pife;
With the heart beats in tti bosom,
For thy feet Ill payet9se way;
Wilt thou bless me, Z1re madden"
Gently came the answ DE-" Yea ~
XVI.
Then light form from I'd casement
In the moonlight bendefh low;
Orange blossoms. dew kld roses,
What new secret do ye anow,
Heart Of maid and heartljf minstrel,
Joy triumphant sentiltab--
Over all the stars are barking
Beautiful, betrothal bells.
New Orleans, April, 1869,
EuREKA.-By reference il Jan advertisement 4