THE FAIRY'S SEARCH 31 



Like phantoms rais'd by wizard spell, 

 The vanish'd scenes of other days 

 Arise, in all their earlier charms. 

 Before her spirit gaze. 

 Her sobs are hush'd, her tears are dried, 

 Her heart hath cast its weight aside 

 And, for a time, forgot its woe 

 For loss of him who sleeps below. 



" Dream on, dream on poor widow'd heart ; 



" And may such visions peace impart. 



** Henceforth thou'lt tread life's daily round 



" Like a lone pilgrim, who, in fear 



" Wanders where gloomy sights abound 



" And peril lurketh near. 



*' Henceforth each hope that dawnis for thet 



** Must have a cloud to dim its light, 



*' And every bud of joy you see 



** Must wear the canker's hidden blight. 



*' Henceforth all music tones you hear 



" Will ring with one discordant note, 



" And o'er all prospects bright and dear 



" One pall-like shadow still will float. 



" The purest pleasures left for thee, 



" Fond wife, are those of memory ; 



" And they indeed are truly thine 



" While thou art decking that sad shrine 



" With my sweet flowers. Aye, streAv them there, 



*' For they are oflierings pure and fair 



" And meet for such a scene. Emblems of thee, 



'• Sad one, these gentle flowers will be ; 



" Lovely while perishing, and true 



" To their pure lives, they'll yield a breath 



