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A Second Canto For The New Tear.
A SECOND CANTO FOR THE NEW TEAR .
Thoughts lay upon my heart as snow-wreaths cover , Soft in the summer time some alpine hill , And musingly I watch'd the moments hover Over the old year ere his pulse grew still ; While through each crevice of yon moss-grown tower ,
Shaking each wither'd ivy deaf from sleep , Mingled with mystic voices from night ' s bower , The wild deep carols of the joy-tells sweep . Stars were above me , gazing on the dying , Glassing " with light the symbols which amid The white locks of the passing year were lying , And soft light fell on each transparent lid ,
Beneath which I could watch old feelings sleeping , Old hopes , young treasures , which had now gone by , Wet with the tears my worn heart had been weeping , In crusted o ' er with many a frozen sigh .
Life , and this strange existence rose before me , Dimness ., and mystery , and shadowy things , While yet I thought , the New Year bending o ' er me , Panned my hot brow with her still parted wings ; And on my weary spirit in its sadness , Her shVry tones play'd as the rosy breath Of lovely spring , in her most happy gladness , Often doth steal to kiss the brow of Death .
" Think upon life , it hath its wealth of seeming , Crush'd love , which Death , not Time , can e ' er subdue , Its fantasies , its hopes , its wondrous dreaming , Its broken hearts which nothing can renew ; Change passeth over all , there ' s not a feeling But hollow'd out that anguish may rest there ; Thou livest but to watch the sad revealing Of the enshrouded wretchedness of care .
" Hark ! the mysterious language which is rushing Through the lone midnight , borne upon the wing * Of the sweet chimes which from yon tower are gushing , Calls hack the mcm ' ry of departed things ; The heart would nestle down on old affection , But hndeth not the resting-place of yore , There is some thorn e ' on in the recollection , Of what is pass'd , to come again no more . " EftTl LIE MUN'Z .
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A Second Canto For The New Tear.
A SECOND CANTO FOR THE NEW TEAR .
Thoughts lay upon my heart as snow-wreaths cover , Soft in the summer time some alpine hill , And musingly I watch'd the moments hover Over the old year ere his pulse grew still ; While through each crevice of yon moss-grown tower ,
Shaking each wither'd ivy deaf from sleep , Mingled with mystic voices from night ' s bower , The wild deep carols of the joy-tells sweep . Stars were above me , gazing on the dying , Glassing " with light the symbols which amid The white locks of the passing year were lying , And soft light fell on each transparent lid ,
Beneath which I could watch old feelings sleeping , Old hopes , young treasures , which had now gone by , Wet with the tears my worn heart had been weeping , In crusted o ' er with many a frozen sigh .
Life , and this strange existence rose before me , Dimness ., and mystery , and shadowy things , While yet I thought , the New Year bending o ' er me , Panned my hot brow with her still parted wings ; And on my weary spirit in its sadness , Her shVry tones play'd as the rosy breath Of lovely spring , in her most happy gladness , Often doth steal to kiss the brow of Death .
" Think upon life , it hath its wealth of seeming , Crush'd love , which Death , not Time , can e ' er subdue , Its fantasies , its hopes , its wondrous dreaming , Its broken hearts which nothing can renew ; Change passeth over all , there ' s not a feeling But hollow'd out that anguish may rest there ; Thou livest but to watch the sad revealing Of the enshrouded wretchedness of care .
" Hark ! the mysterious language which is rushing Through the lone midnight , borne upon the wing * Of the sweet chimes which from yon tower are gushing , Calls hack the mcm ' ry of departed things ; The heart would nestle down on old affection , But hndeth not the resting-place of yore , There is some thorn e ' on in the recollection , Of what is pass'd , to come again no more . " EftTl LIE MUN'Z .