356 POEMS 
The trees are gone: Dame Craigie too is gone, 
Her tongue long silent, and her turban 
furled ; 
Yet ’neath her roof thought’s silk-worms still 
spun on, , 
Whose sumptuous fabric clothed a barren 
world. 
GIFTS 
A FLAWLESS pearl, snatched from an ocean 
cave, 
Remote from light or air, 
And by the mad caress of stormy wave 
Made but more pure and fair ;. 
A diamond, wrested from earth’s hidden zone, 
To whose recesses deep 
It clung, and bravely flashed a light that shone 
Where dusky shadows creep ; 
A sapphire, in whose heart the tender rays 
Of summer skies had met ; 
A ruby, glowing with the ardent blaze 
Of suns that never set, — 
These priceless jewels shone, one happy day, 
On my bewildered sight : 
