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LATER POEMS.

THE CRYSTAL CABINET.

“HE maiden caught me in the wild,

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Where I was dancing merrily;

She put me into her cabinet,

And locked me up with a golden key.

This cabinet is formed of gold,

And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world And a little lovely moony night.

Another England there I saw,

Another London with its Tower, Another Thames and other hills,

And another pleasant Surrey bower.

Another maiden like herself,
Translucent, lovely, shining clear,
Threefold, each in the other closed-

Oh what a pleasant trembling fear!

Oh, what a smile! A threefold smile Filled me that like a flame I burned; I bent to kiss the lovely maid,

And found a threefold kiss returned.

I strove to seize the inmost form

With ardour fierce and hands of flame, But burst the crystal cabinet,

And like a weeping babe became :

A weeping babe upon the wild,

And weeping woman pale reclined, And in the outward air again

I filled with woes the passing wind.

SMILE AND FROWN.

HERE is a smile of Love,

THERE

And there is a smile of Deceit,

And there is a smile of smiles

In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of Hate,
And there is a frown of Disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns

Which you strive to forget in vain,

For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep backbone.
And no smile ever was smiled
But only one smile alone

(And 'twixt the cradle and grave It only once smiled can be), That when it once is smiled

There's an end to all misery.

THE LAND OF DREAMS.

"AWAKE, awake, my little boy!

Thou wast thy mother's only joy.

Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Oh, wake! thy father doth thee keep."

Oh, what land is the land of dreams? What are its mountains and what are its streams? Oh, father! I saw my mother there,

Among the lilies by waters fair.

"Among the lambs clothed in white,

She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.

I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn—

Oh, when shall I again return ?”

"Dear child! I also by pleasant streams

Have wandered all night in the land of dreams;
But, though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side."

"Father, O father! what do we hear,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The land of dreams is better far,

Above the light of the morning star."

SWE

MARY.

WEET Mary, the first time she ever was there,
Came into the ball-room among the fair;

The young men and maidens around her throng,
And these are the words upon every tongue :

"An angel is here from the heavenly climes, Or again return the golden times;

Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray,

She opens her lips-'tis the month of May."

Mary moves in soft beauty and conscious delight, To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the night,

Nor once blushes to own to the rest of the fair

That sweet love and beauty are worthy our care.