Graham's magazine . it difficult to account, weknow; and there is not a really imaginative manwithin sound of our voice to-day, who, upon perusalof this little Tree Toad will not admit it to be oneof the truest poems ever written by Brainard. A DREAM OF THE DEAD. BY G. HILL, ArTHOB. OF TITANIAS BAXQUET. Who, when my thoughts at midnight deep, .Ajid senses drowned in slumber lie,And star and moon their still watch keep, Is imaged to my sleeping eye ?The gems amid the braids that twine The dark locks from her pale brow thrown,Faintly, as dews by eve wept, shine. Her cheek—its living tints are fl
Graham's magazine . it difficult to account, weknow; and there is not a really imaginative manwithin sound of our voice to-day, who, upon perusalof this little Tree Toad will not admit it to be oneof the truest poems ever written by Brainard. A DREAM OF THE DEAD. BY G. HILL, ArTHOB. OF TITANIAS BAXQUET. Who, when my thoughts at midnight deep, .Ajid senses drowned in slumber lie,And star and moon their still watch keep, Is imaged to my sleeping eye ?The gems amid the braids that twine The dark locks from her pale brow thrown,Faintly, as dews by eve wept, shine. Her cheek—its living tints are Sure I should know that fond, fixed gaze, Those hands whose fairy palms infoldGently my own, the smile that plays Around those lips now pale and ! ever thus, as rvight repeats Her silent star-watch, come to me !More dear than all which living greets My waking eye. a dream of thee. THE DREAM IS PAST COMPOSED BY STEPHEN GLOVER. Philadelphia : John F. Nunns, 1S4 Chesnut Street. Andante con Espressione,. darkly die, mid grief and pain,The joys which gone come not a - gain.
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