ON sped the hours of bliss: on sped the Star Rapidly towards its western bourn afar, Serenely splendent and leaf after leaf, Of the dread Volume, oped each morn, of grief Of Love's bright heaven, no warring winds had sent Even the shadow of a cloud: the rill Of true felicity, in sunshine still, Undimmed by one dark drop of sadness, rolled With silvery lapse o'er sparkling sands of gold: 0 And EDEN smiled more sweetly every hour, All rife with roses, round the Bridal-bower. II. 'Tis a calm summer's eve. O, who are they, In fragrant grot, beneath that turret grey, With all its rocks, woods, waters, in the sheen ♦ Of the full moon rejoicing? Lend thine ear, As to his bride thus speaks the rapt STAR-SEER : "There is a beauty in the sylvan vale, When sunset gilds the foliage; and the gale, ?.. Like a pervading spirit, with a sigh, Salutes each flower and leaf it passes by ; There is a spell-voice in the rippling rills, And the soft gush of song from shadowy hills, |