No sound can wake, or call him forth

The silent walls of his sad grave.

I HAVE OUTLIVED MY EVERY WISH.

I have outlived my every wish,

Each dear dream seen rudely broken,

And naught remains but woe and plaint,

Sole heritage of vacant heart.

Despoiled by storms of jealous fate;

The tree of life has faded fast;

I live in grief and loneliness,

And wait in hope, the end may come.

As when the last, forgotten leaf,

That quivers on the naked branch,

By nipping frost is sudden caught,

And shriek of winter's storm is heard.

TO THE SEA.

Farewell, thou free, all - conquering sea!

No more wilt thou before me roll

In endless flow thy dark-blue billows

And revel in thy beauty proud.

Like mournful voice of friend departing.

Like summons sad to bid adieu,

Thy murmur soft from region far

I hearken, but shall hear no more.

For thou hast been ray soul's desired bound,

As oft along thy pebbly shore

With slow and measured step I wandered,

And gladly lost in thoughts mine own.

How I have loved thy mystic echoes;

Dull sounds, a voice from the abyss;

In evening hour, thy peaceful ripple

Thy wayward bursts of sudden rage!

In fragile boat the fisher sailing

Thou lovst to shield from wave's caprice,

And safe it skims o'er surging breakers;