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August 9th, 1825.

Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that dost liveShrined in yon silent stream of glorious light!Spirit of harmony! that through the vastAnd cloud-embroidered canopy art spreadingThy wings, that o’er our shadowy earth hang brooding,Like a pale silver haze, betwixt the moonAnd the world’s darker orb: beautiful, hail!Hail to thee! from her midnight throne of ether,Night looks upon the slumbering universe.There is no breeze on silver-crownëd tree,There is no breath on dew-bespangled flower,There is no wind sighs on the sleepy wave,There is no sound hangs in the solemn air.All, all are silent, all are dreaming, all,Save those eternal eyes, that now shine forthWinking the slumberer’s destinies.  The moonSails on the horizon’s verge, a moving glory,Pure, and unrivalled; for no paler orbApproaches, to invade the sea of lightThat lives around her; save yon little star,That sparkles on her robe of fleecy clouds,Like a bright gem, fallen from her radiant brow.

VENICE.

Night in her dark array   Steals o’er the ocean,And with departed day   Hushed seems its motion.Slowly o’er yon blue coast   Onward she’s treading,’Till its dark line is lost,   ’Neath her veil spreading.The bark on the rippling deep   Hath found a pillow,And the pale moonbeams sleep   On the green billow.Bound by her emerald zone   Venice is lying,And round her marble crown   Night winds are sighing.From the high lattice now   Bright eyes are gleaming,That seem on night’s dark brow   Brighter stars beaming.Now o’er the bright lagune   Light barks are dancing,And ’neath the silver moon   Swift oars are glancing.Strains from the mandolin   Steal o’er the water,Echo replies between   To mirth and laughter.O’er the wave seen afar   Brilliantly shining,Gleams like a fallen star   Venice reclining.

TO MISS ---

Time beckons on the hours: the expiring year   Already feels old Winter’s icy breath;As with cold hands, he scatters on her bier   The faded glories of her Autumn wreath.As fleetly as the Summer’s sunshine past,   The Winter’s snow must melt; and the young Spring,Strewing the earth with flowers, will come at last,   And in her train the hour of parting bring.But, though I leave the harbour, where my heart   Sometime had found a peaceful resting-place,Where it lay calmly moored; though I depart,   Yet, let not time my memory quite efface.’Tis true, I leave no void, the happy home   To which you welcomed me, will be as gay,As bright, as cheerful, when I’ve turned to roam,   Once more, upon life’s weary onward way.But oh! if ever by the warm hearth’s blaze,   Where beaming eyes and kindred souls are met,Your fancy wanders back to former days,   Let my remembrance hover round you yet.Then, while before you glides time’s shadowy train,   Of forms long vanished, days and hours long gone,Perchance my name will be pronounced again,   In that dear circle where I once was one....