NORWAY. THE MIDNIGHT DAY. H! give me back my star-bespangled skies That soothe the eye relieved from watch of Repose is part of life, but shuns the ray [day; Of garish midnight sun that never dies. The type of Death and Immortality. GRE NORWAY. THE MID-DAY NIGHT. REAT Night! whose vasty shadow doth en- For period so prolonged this arctic zone, But all about thy brow sparkles a crowd Of stars, with more than starlight e'en endowed, While with wrought canopy of precious stone Aurora Borealis gems thy throne, And thy Moon's modest smile half seemeth proud. How far with thee man's eye to wander seems, PIC DU MIDI DE BIGORRE. Addressed to General Nansouty, who has voluntarily stationed himself in an Observatory on the top of this mountain. MOUNT, mount, and dare these rugged steeps on high, Leave in the vale thy luxuries below! Where is thy merit here, thou butterfly, That flutterest only in the summer's glow? But ye, whose hearts would aught of grandeur know, Turn to these topmost crags your wondering eye; Behold a dweller here, who winds and snow, Soldier of Science, bravely can defy ! A white-haired warrior ye shall see revealed, Who, working out his theme alone in age, And gathering glory in this other field, Doth with the changing heaven and air engage: The sword of Science in his grasp ye find, Mars still at heart, Apollo tunes his mind. THE FIELD OF BALACLAVA. On visiting this spot, on a very fine day, from Sebastopol. UMMER'S hot sun shone brilliant where I SUMM stood, And honey-gathering bees hummed in mine ear, The landscape basked in quietude, but near There rose a monument that spoke of blood. Sorrow stands next to joy, evil to good, But what should this harsh record purport here, Where Peace sat smiling in her sweetest mood? There raged a battle o'er this dozing field, Up this long rise, and to my very feet Galloped Six Hundred hearts Death's fire to meet ! August 23, 1879. I A DREAM. DREAMED that I had floated far away Into the realms of space, until the sun Had dwindled to a star, while still not one Of all the stars could yield a solar ray. Earth all beyond e'en contemplation lay, That atom, where I hung, was known to none: And then I dreamed that I had been too bold, Man only in the sphere of Man can learn. |