Even as the snow, among the living rafters. Blown on and beaten by Sclavonian winds, And then, dissolving, filters through itself, Whene'er the land, that loses shadow, breathes, Like as a taper melts before a fire, Even such I was, without a sigh or tear, But, when I heard in those sweet melodies. Compassion for me, more than had they said, "O wherefore, lady, dost thou thus consume him?” The ice, that was about my heart congealed, breast. Confusion and dismay, together mingled, Even as a cross-bow breaks, when 't is discharged, Too tensely drawn the bow-string and the bow, And with less force the arrow hits the mark; So I gave way under this heavy burden, And the voice, fainting, flagged upon its passage. SPRING. FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES D'ORLEANS, XV. CENTURY. GENTLE Spring!-in sunshine clad, For Winter maketh the light heart sad, And thou,- thou makest the sad heart gay. He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train, The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the rain ; And they shrink away, and they flee in fear, When thy merry step draws near. Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old, Their beards of icicles and snow; And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold, We must cower over the embers low And, snugly housed from the wind and weather, Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky When thy merry step draws near. THE CHILD ASLEEP. FROM THE FRENCH. SWEET babe! true portrait of thy father's face, Sleep, little one; and closely, gently place Upon that tender eye, my little friend, Soft sleep shall come, that cometh not to me! I watch to see thee, nourish thee, defend ;'T is sweet to watch for thee,— alone for thee! |