Lays of Melpomene

ind, And Fancy radiates the darkest lower Of stormy being with rich light;?howe'er Kude and unpractised be the hand that strays Thy golden wires among, thy plaintive lays Oft from my soul have banished pain and fear, And I have felt for many a lingering year Of harrowing woe for one so young the days More softly come and go, illumined by rays Brighter than others, when my lyre was near. Thou hast been faithful and I love thee well. Go forth, ye orphan lays! yc have no guardian spell. AUTUMN. There's beauty in the autumnal sky, And mellow sweetness in the air, But it hath sadness in my eye, And breathes of sorrow and despair; Its softness suits not settled woe, Its richness mocks my poverty, And sunny day's ethereal glow Laughs o'er my dark soul's misery. The requiem song of sighing gale With rustling, lifeless foliage playing; The chilling night wind's saddening wail X)'er rock-browed hill and wild heath straying; The mournful sound of lapsing flood Lamenting desert mead and shore, Rather beseem his solitude Who weeps for all he did adore. 1 have long been a wanderer, doomed Life's ills and wrongs and woes to bear, To feel my bosom's loves entombed, To cherish grief and woo despair ! And 1 have been betrayed, oppressed, Belied and mocked in guise so foul, That there dwells not within my breast A hope, nor purpose in my soul. No kindred bosom beats with mine, For I am one the world loves not; Mo hopes around my being twine, For I am doomed to be for...