News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-08-31
THE DOVE.
A eoapANfoN TO PoE's RAVEN.

A COMPANION TO POE RAVEN.
Once upon summer evening
AS | Law reposing, dreaming,
While the twilklng stars were beamlng,
And their light was family cleaning,
Through the window of my room,
Suddenly beside my pillow,
Like the murmur of billow,
Or the sight of weeping willow,
Mid the shadow and the gloom,
There was heard gentle sound,
Floating on the air around.
As an echo from above,
And l waking saw dove
Perched upon the whitened head
OF statue near my bed,
And it seemed with sofr, low cooing,
NY lone heart to soothe with wooing.
Like an angel from the sky,
Or spirit lowering nigh.
While lay entranced and dreaming,
Startled by the echo seeming
To be whispered from above,
In the starlight family cleaning,
With its form of beauty beaming,
] beheld the snowy dove:
With thrill of wonder, gazing
On the visitor, amazing,
/ demanded; q Who are you? p
And the gentle bird of whiteness,
With its snowy robe of brightness,
Answered with coo:
1 am sent" he said, "from Alden,
By fair and lovely maiden,
With message uLto thee,
/ come to soothe thy sorrow,
Bid thee from despair to borrow
Hope that thou her face shalt see;
For thy cherished one is living,
And her thoughts to thee is giving,
On bright and distant shore;
And come, her carrier dove,
With message from thy love,
Who is thine forevermore.
By this joyful news excited,
Raptured, ravished and delighted,
1, the snowy bird addressing,
Asked, with earnest voice inquiring,
What my soul was most desiring,
That her name to me expressing,
He would set my heart at rest
Still the tumult in my breast,
And assure me that my maiden,
In the distant fields of Alden
Waited for me on that shore
Would be mine forevermore,
Then l spoke with greater fervor,
i, the maiden s ardent lover:
"Does my own departed love?"
(To the bird of Wbiteness listening,
While my eager eyes were glistening,
For the answer he should give);
Tell me, o thou carrier dove,
Of my absent, cherished love,
Whom knew in days of yore;
Has she passed the shining portal
Of the blessed land immortal,
Ll,~o,,c.h lnA.0
Does she move in light and splenIor,
Do the graces all attend her,
On that fair and distant shore?"
Words and tones and looks revealing
All my depths of inward feeling,
Moved, affected by my pleading,
And my anxious question needing,
Thus the dove, my soul discerning,
Answer made, these words returning,
sin the distant fields of Alden,
On bright, Elysian shore,
Dwells fair and lovely maiden,
And her name is Gilmore;
Md the flowers above her blooming,
Mid the odors sweet perfuming
All the balmy air around,
She, arrayed in robes of whiteness,
Walks an angel in her brightness,
With a wreath immortal crowned"
Then the bird, his wings unfolding,
Left me as lay behOlding,
Filled with transport and delight
With a soft. sonorous COO,
Noddirg, bidding me adieu,
Through the open window flew
Out into the gloomy night.
But the bright enchanting vision
Of the distant fields Elysian,
Aud my cherished Fillmore,
As fair and lovely maiden,
Dwelling in the land of Alden,
Is my light forevermore,
There shall ], my loved one greeting,
At our future early meeting,
On that distant radiant shore,
With ecstatici joy and gladuess,
Free from parting, pain and sadness;
Clasp again Ely Eliuore,
Call her mine forevermore
Rev. j. Fl. MARTIN, d. D