To every heart thy calmness speaks-
Or his that bounds, or his that breaks:
If blest, thy pensive silentness

Gives breathing-time to muse on bliss ;
If not, thy fading moments say
That life must wane like thee away:
Both break upon the edge of night-
Life and Twilight.

STANZAS

By heaven! thou hast an eye as bright

As ever eye was sworn to be;

And all who flutter round its light

Must catch the flame-and fall like me!

Yet, be the giddy moth's my lot

Who sinks, tho' scorched, entranced and calm;

For, by the melting taper caught,

He finds at once his bane and balm.

If, then, the senseless taper heal

Its dazzled victim, let me live;

And, when thine eyes their lightning deal,

Oh, melt, and cure the wound they give!

THE LAST TIME WE MET

Oh! how brilliantly sparkled the bowl
The last night which together we passed;
And when each came resolved in his soul
To enjoy it-although 'twas the last!
I know not what fortune intends,
Nor whether she'll smile on me yet;
But of this I am certain, my friends,
I'll remember the last time we met !

I'll remember how often that eve

In the midst of our frolic and whim
Each heart paused a moment-to grieve-
And was full, like each glass, to the brim:
I'll remember what kind things were said,
And their worth whom I long shall regret :
Yes, till friendship-till feeling be dead,
I'll remember the last time we met!

Tho' the present be cheerless and chill,
And the future frown on till the last,
It is something, my friends, if we still
Can look back with delight on the past.
But I'll cherish the hope in my soul,
Tho' divided and far, we may yet

Meet together once more round the bowl,

And be blest as the last time we met.