The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-06-02

And quaint designs I've fingered off and on,
Ny college days and classic lore came back
Those freshmen days untouched by womans
bought 1t as a satire on the hope
That lured me onward TO the verge OF Bliss
You faithless She changed to a heOtrope,
Still signs beneath the day gods burning kiss.
Though crowned with promise, mine fruit
A picture dim, devoid Of CoIors rare,
Alr-woven castle crumbled into dust.
A iieeting dream, n spring-tide idyl fair. .
All mel that dream 50 potent holds me still
Those brilliant interludeS, those fairy chimes
And amOrous puIsngs pass with tender thrill
Along life's vibrant chords, and wake old
rhymes.
o fragrant hours! when at your dainty feet
] toned the Scandinavian lay Of some viking,
And fingered while your hazel eyes, mysweet,
Flashed back the brillianCe of the beauteous
spring.
Those moments, like strong wines subtle
Infused their strength within my languid
veins
b And In the present hampers OvcrmuCh,
While trcnchlng on the silent vague domains,
There Silence sleeps within her rose-deCkcd
hall,
Enshrining the dead past beneath her SPELL
Where no intruding human tread dare fall,
No pleading prayer her deathless powers
uuell.
Do you still keep in mind that summer night?
How on the waves Of iasmiue-scented air
bright,
Lodged in my soul and stamped its Impress
there:
Love to the lattice steal,
The dawn is near;
Come ere the mathis peal
Falls on the ear.
List while the starlight CLEANS
And winds blow soft
LOi the high mount and streams
Their shadows dUN.
Free as the perfumed breeze
That wOOS the air,
Wide as the boundlCss seas,
MY love would dare
All things to greet thee, love.
All treasures deep
Meath waves from realms above
Laid at thy feet.
Like the famed Eden bird,
With golden plume
Whose carol ne'er is heard
Mid Earth's dull gloom,
Would In calm airs rest,
And transport win,
Nesting upon thy breast
Find JOY therein.
Thou art lily white
Whose pure hue
Falls like n flake Of light
Serene and true.
Then the roses early flush,
Whose radiant glow
And rare eCStatiC flush,
Neer whispers no.
am the Ivy vine.
Whose amOrOuS arms
FOndly will intertWinO
Thy bpautCOus charms.
All! shOuldst thou flee from mo.
And thus fOrsakG
Loves ROSY screen Ger thee
| would likely shake.
Queen, from thy bower look
Ere bright stars pale"
While whispering trees and brook,
And nightingale,
Flood all the dark with song,
My lay shall be
Borne on the breeze along,
Come, sweet to mo.
Heigho! how strange that union which may
keep
Some warm remembrance hidden from the
sight,
Which bv chance springs from its quiet
And dazzIes with an almost living light
A song, a flower, a name, will oft restore,
Like the linked measures of some golden
chain,
The clinging kiss. the voice stilIcd ever more,
That in our dreary life ne'cr comes again.
Your classic name, sweet, simple and unique,
EmbOdies my ideal In thought,
Coined from the swelling dictton Of some
Greek.
Ida, nm idea through my being wrought
And wOve tissue of enchanting themes
IElhJ OIJen come w gnu my Ii'hHtlIlS ways
Yielding me fancies even in my dreams,
And Frightening up the cares which fret the
day,
Our lives revOlve through, changing light and
shade.
Wavering and painting with perpetual mo-
ton
Until, beyond where earthly glories fade,
THEY mintyt with tett5fft s bread tet3eFff,
Farewell; perhaps this shadow from the past,
May cloud the sunshine on your joyous path;
Anacreon his spell has DER me cast
But memory pleads for me, Spare, then,
your wrath
. In token of that Summer frank and free
When we two tarried meath the sky so blue,
And whispered in Loves smiling Already"
I now go on alone. And, Ida. where are yOuH