'Lo! by the lightning's momentary blaze, I see him rise the whitening waves above, 'No longer such as when in happier days He gave the enchanted hours-to me and love. • Such, as when daring the enchafed sea, But dead, disfigur'd, while between the roar 'Yet, powerful fancy, bid the phantom stay, Ah! wild illusion, born of frantic pain! •He hears not, comes not from his watery bed; · My tears, my anguish, my despair are vain, The insatiate ocean gives not up its dead. 'Tis not his voice! Hark! the deep thunders roll; • Upheaves the ground; the rocky barriers fail; Approach, ye horrors that delight my soul, 'Despair, and Death, and Desolation, hail !" " The ocean hears-The embodied waters come SONNET. Lie lightly on her bosom gentle earth! No friend, no dear congenial soul had she, Her cold, coarse comrades drove the wretched maid To lonely thought. The feelings that had blest Were tortures there, and on her life they prey'd, She pin'd away and died, and is at rest, Lie gently on her bosom, gentle earth! ON AN INFANT. To the dark and silent tomb, I no smiling pleasures knew; Happy infant, early bless'd! No delights are worth thy stay, All our gaiety is vain, FINIS. J. Raw, Printer, Ipswich. |