Poems Author:Julian Fane Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO THE SAME. KATHLEEN! my saint, that art in heaven, No griefs can cloud thy nature now; Thy sin (if sin it were!) forgiven, A glory girds thy guiltless brow:... more » And thou with all the sainted Dead, Who watch God's throne with happy eyes, Dwellest where tears are never shed, And only Pity sometimes sighs. Ah ! turn not thy clear eyes below, Lest thou, whose human tears would roll Adown thy cheek, in streams of woe, If ever sorrow dimmed my soul, Should'st see me where I sit forlorn, And rock and sway an aching breast, And strive in vain, while so I mourn, To lull my sleepless woe to rest: Lest thou, my darling, noting this, Should'st feel a vague sense o'er thee creep Of something wanting to the bliss Of Angel-souls—who cannot weep ! TO THE SAME. I SAILING on life's ocean lone, Knewthee, Kathleen ! while thou wast here, A nature higher than my own, And centred in a higher sphere ! And looking on thee from afar, Fair beacon-light to my frail bark, I saw thee lapse, a falling star, And slide into eternal dark! Ay me ! what voice of piteous range, What song of sorrow from my lips Can paint the black, the bitter change That marred my life at thy eclipse ! A helmless bark, by tempest torn, At random on the wild waves cast, Whose tattered colours float forlorn, In signal, from the broken mast! Which sail-less drives, with rigging bare, Before the whirlwind's withering breath; Blow on! bleak blast of keen despair, And dash it on the rocks of Death! SONNET TO A CANARY-BIRD, TRAINED TO DRAW SEED AND WATER FROM A GLASS-WELL SUSPENDED TO ITS CAGE. THOU should'st be carolling thy Maker's praise, Poor bird! now fettered, and here set to draw, With graceless toil of beak and added claw, The meagre foo...« less