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Dedication

ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought

Never to wake thy silent strings again,

A wandering dream thy gentle chords have wrought,

And my sad heart, which long hath dwelt in pain,

Soars, like a wild bird from a cypress bough,

Into the poet's Heaven, and leaves dull grief below!

And unto Thee--the beautiful and pure--

Whose lot is cast amid that busy world

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

A Voice From The Factories

WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven,

Forth to a world of labour, death, and care;

Still, of his native Eden, bounteous Heaven

Resolved one brief memorial to spare,

And gave his offspring an imperfect share

Of that lost happiness, amid decay;

Making their first approach to life seem fair,

And giving, for the Eden past away,

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Old Friends

HOW are they waned and faded from our hearts,

The old companions of our early days!

Of all the many loved, which name imparts

Regret when blamed, or rapture at its praise?

What are their several fates, by Heaven decreed,

They of the jocund heart, and careless brow?

Alas! we scarcely know and scarcely heed,

Where, in this world of sighs, they wander now.

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

"The Undying One" - Canto IV

'TIS done--the night has pass'd away;

And, basking in the sunny day,

The laughing fountain's waters bear

No record of each burning tear;--

The silent echoes give no sound

Of shriek or moan; and nothing round

Can tell what breaking hearts have been

So lately in that quiet scene.

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

"The Undying One" - Canto II

"YEARS pass'd away in grief--and I,

For her dear sake whose heart could feel no more,

The sweetness and the witchery of love,

Which round my spirit such deep charm had wove:

And the dim twilight, and the noonday sky,

The fountain's music, the rich brilliancy

Of Nature in her summer--all became

To me a joyless world--an empty name--

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

I Cannot Love Thee!

I CANNOT love thee, tho' thy soul

Be one which all good thoughts control;

Altho' thy eyes be starry bright,

And the gleams of golden light

Fall upon thy silken hair,

And thy forehead, broad and fair;

Something of a cold disgust,

(Wonderful, and most unjust,)

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Description Of A Lost Friend

FROM THE MORNING POST.

LOST--near the 'Change in the city,

(I saw there a girl that seemed pretty)

'Joe Steel,' a short, cross-looking varlet,

With a visage as red as scarlet:

His nose and chin of a hue

Approaching nearly to blue:

With legs just the length, and no more,

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

On The Purple And White Carnation

'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower

Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower;

Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied

The blossoms so gay in their painted pride;

And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart,

For mischief had filled the boy-god's heart;

And laughed as his bowstring of silk he drew,

And away that arrow at random flew:

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

The Winter's Walk

Gleam'd the red sun athwart the misty haze

Which veil'd the cold earth from its loving gaze,

Feeble and sad as hope in sorrow's hour —

But for thy soul it still had warmth and power;

Not to its cheerless beauty wert thou blind;

To the keen eye of thy poetic mind

Beauty still lives, though nature's flow'rets die,

And wintry sunsets fade along the sky!

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Babel

KNOW ye in ages past that tower

By human hands built strong and high?

Arch over arch, with magic power,

Rose proudly each successive hour,

To reach the happy sky.

It rose, till human pride was crushed--

Quick came the unexpected change;

A moment every tone was hushed,

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

The Bride

SHE is standing by her loved one's side,

A young and a fair and a gentle bride,

But mournfulness hath crost her face

Like shadows in a sunny place,

And wistfully her eye doth strain

Across the blue and distant main.

My home! my home!—I would I were

Again in joyous gladness there!

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

As When From Dreams Awaking

AS when from dreams awaking

The dim forms float away

Whose visioned smiles were making

Our darkness bright as day;

We vainly strive, while weeping,

From their shining spirit track,

(Where they fled while we were sleeping,)

To call those dear ones back!

by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton