TO A CLOUD. Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below On streams that tie her realms with silver bands, To where the sun of Andalusia shines But I would woo the winds to let us rest O'er Greece long fettered and opprest, Whose sons at length have heard the call that comes And risen, and drawn the sword, and, on the foe, And the Othman power is cloven, and the stroke Bright meteor! for the summer noontide made ! The sun, that fills with light each glistening fold, And weep in rain, till man's inquiring eye AUTUMNAL NIGHTFALL. Round Autumn's mouldering urn, 'Tis the year's eventide. The wind,-like one that sighs in pain And yet my pensive eye The moon unveils her brow; In the mid-sky her urn glows bright, I stand deep musing here, Beneath the dark and motionless beech, Whilst wandering winds of nightfall reach My melancholy ear. The air breathes chill and free; A Spirit, in soft music, calls From Autumn's gray and moss-grown halls, And round her withered tree. The hoar and mantled oak, With moss and twisted ivy brown, Bends in its lifeless beauty down Where weeds the fountain choke. Leaves, that the night-wind bears And of our fading years. The tree that shades the plain, AUTUMN WOODS. Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The mountains that infold In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round, I roam the woods that crown The upland, where the mingled splendours glow, My steps are not alone In these bright walks; the sweet southwest, at play, And far in heaven, the while, The sun, that sends that gale to wander here, Where now the solemn shade, Let in through all the trees Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright; Their sunny-coloured foliage, in the breeze, Twinkles, like beams of light. The rivulet, late unseen, Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run, But, 'neath yon crimson tree, Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. Oh, Autumn! why so soon Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; K |