Death! grave! and are there those

That woo your dark repose

'Midst the rich beauty of the glowing earth.

Surely about them lies

No world of loving eyes—

Leave me, oh! leave me unto home and hearth!

THE WELCOME TO DEATH.

THOU art welcome, O thou warning voice!

My soul hath pined for thee;

Thou art welcome as sweet sounds from shore

To wanderer on the sea.

I hear thee in the rustling woods,

In the sighing vernal airs;

Thou call'st me from the lonely earth,
With a deeper tone than theirs.

The lonely earth! Since kindred steps
From its green paths are fled,

A dimness and a hush have lain

O'er all its beauty spread.

The silence of the unanswering soul

Is on me and around;

My heart hath echoes but for thee,

Thou still, small, warning sound!

Voice after voice hath died away,
Once in my dwelling heard ;

Sweet household-name by name hath changed

To grief's forbidden word!

From dreams of night on each I call,

Each of the far removed;

And waken to my own wild cry— "Where are ye, my beloved?”

Ye left me! and earth's flowers were dim

With records of the past:

And stars poured down another light

Than o'er my youth they cast:

Birds will not sing as once they sung,

When ye were at my side,

Bearing in light again?

E'en could this be, too much of fear

O'er love would now be thrown

Away, away from time, from change, Once more to meet my own!

LINES WRITTEN FOR THE ALBUM AT ROSANNA, * IN 1829.

OH! lightly tread through these deep chestnut-bowers,
Where a sweet spirit once in beauty mov'd!

And touch with reverent hand these leaves and flowers,
Fair things, which well a gentle heart hath lov'd!
A gentle heart, of love and grief th' abode,
Whence the bright stream of song in tear-drops flow'd.

And bid its memory sanctify the scene!

And let th' ideal presence of the dead

Float round and touch the woods with softer green,
And o'er the streams a charm, like moonlight, shed;
Through the soul's depths in holy silence felt-
A spell to raise, to chasten, and to melt!

A beautiful place in the County of Wicklow, formerly the abode of the authoress of " Psyche."