EDDERLINE.

BY PROFESSOR WILSON.

Lo! morning's dewy hush divine
Hath calm'd the eyes of Edderline!
Shaded by the glooms that fall
From the old grey castle wall;
Or, from the glooms emerging bright,
Cloud-like walking through the light,
She sends the blessing of her smiles
O'er dancing waves and steadfast isles,
And, creature though she be of earth,
Heaven feels the beauty of her mirth.
How seraph-like the silent greeting
Streaming from her dark blue eyes,

At their earliest matin meeting
Upwards to the dark blue skies!
Quickly glancing, gliding slowly,
Child of mirth or melancholy,

As her midnight dream again,
Of the hush'd, or roaring main,
Comes and goes across her brain.

Now she sees the ship returning, Every mast with ensigns burning, Star-bright o'er the cloud of sails,

As, queen-like, down the green sea-vales

She stoops, or o'er the mountains green Re-ascending like a queen!

Glad the heart of hoary ocean

In the beauty of her motion.