I saw a smile relenting rise

'Mid the moist azure of her eyes,

Like day-light o'er a sea of blue

While

yet the air is dim with dew! She let her cheek repose on mine, She let my arms around her twineOh! who can tell the bliss one feels In thus exchanging rings and seals!

TO MISS SUSAN B--CKF--D.

ON HER SINGING.

I MORE than once have heard, at night,
A song like those thy lips have given,
And it was sung by shapes of light,

Who seem'd, like thee, to breathe of Heaven!

But this was all a dream of sleep,

And I have said, when morning shone,
"Oh! why should fairy Fancy keep
"These wonders for herself alone?"

I knew not then that Fate had lent
Such tones to one of mortal birth ;

I knew not then that Heaven had sent

A voice, a form, like thine on earth!

And yet, in all that flowery maze

Through which my life has loved to tread,
When I have heard the sweetest lays
From lips of dearest lustre shed;

When I have felt the warbled word
From beauty's mouth of perfume sighing,
Sweet as music's hallow'd bird

Upon a rose's bosom lying!

Though form and song at once combined Their loveliest bloom and softest thrill, My heart hath sigh'd, my heart hath pined For something softer, lovelier still!

Oh! I have found it all, at last,

In thee, thou sweetest, living lyre,
Through which the soul hath ever pass'd
Its harmonizing breath of fire!

All that my best and wildest dream,
In Fancy's hour, could hear or see
Of music's sigh or beauty's beam,
Are realized, at once, in thee!

FROM rise of morn till set of sun

I've seen the mighty Mohawk run,
And as I mark'd the woods of pine
Along his mirror darkly shine,
Like tall and gloomy forms that pass
Before the wizard's midnight glass;
And as I view'd the hurrying pace
With which he ran his turbid race,

* There is a dreary and savage character in the country immediately above these falls, which is much more in harmony with the wildness of such a scene, than the cultivated lands in the neighbourhood of Niagara. See the drawing of them in Mr. WELD's book. According to him, the perpendicular height of the Cohos Fall is fifty feet; but the Marquis de Chastellux makes it seventy-six.

The fine rainbow, which is continually forming and dissolving as the spray rises into the light of the sun, is perhaps the most interesting beauty which these wonderful cataracts exhibit.

Rushing, alike untired and wild,

Through shades that frown'd and flowers that

smiled,

Flying by every green recess

That woo'd him to its calm caress,

Yet, sometimes turning with the wind,

As if to leave one look behind!

Oh! I have thought, and thinking sigh’d—
How like to thee, thou restless tide!
May be the lot, the life of him,

Who roams along thy water's brim!
Through what alternate shades of woe
And flowers of joy my path may go!
How many an humble, still retreat
May rise to court my weary feet,
While still pursuing, still unblest,
I wander on, nor dare to rest!
But, urgent as the doom that calls
Thy water to its destined falls,

I see the world's bewildering force
Hurry my heart's devoted course
From lapse to lapse, till life be done,
And the lost current cease to run!

Oh! may my falls be bright as thine!
May Heaven's forgiving rainbow shine
Upon the mist that circles me,
As soft as now it hangs o'er thee!

CLORIS AND FANNY.

CLORIS! if I were Persia's king,

I'd make my graceful queen of thee; While FANNY, wild and artless thing, Should but thy humble handmaid be.

There is but one objection in it—
That, verily, I'm much afraid

I should, in some unlucky minute,
Forsake the mistress for the maid!

TO MISS

WITH Woman's form and woman's tricks

So much of man you seem to mix,