The moon their mistress had expired before; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them-She was the universe. D CHURCHILL'S GRAVE, A FACT LITERALLY RENDERED. I STOOD beside the grave of him who blazed The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed The Gardener of that ground, why it might be "He died before my day of Sextonship, I know not what of honour and of light Of which we are but dreamers;-as he caught As 'twere the twilight of a former Sun, Thus spoke he," I believe the man of whom "You wot, who lies in this selected tomb, "Was a most famous writer in his day, "And therefore travellers step from out their way « To pay him honour,—and myself whate'er "Your honour pleases," then most pleased I shook From out my pocket's avaricious nook Some certain coins of silver, which as 'twere So much but inconveniently;-Ye smile, THE DREAM. I. OUR life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, And dreams in their developement have breath, A portion of ourselves as of our time, They pass like spirits of the past,—they speak 10 |