Stratobtrri). i lOS 
She's noble — noble, one to keep 
Embalmed for dreams of fevered sleep. 
An eye for nature — taste refined, 
Perception swift — and balanced mind, — 
And, more than all, a gift of thought 
. To such a spirit fineness wi'ought, 
That on my ear her language fell 
As if each Avord dissolved a spell. 
mills. 
Oh ! do not die, for we shall hate 
All women so when you are gone, 
That thee I shall not celebrate. 
When I remember thou wast one. 
But yet thou canst not die, I know ; 
To leave this world behind is death ; 
But when thou from this world wilt go, 
The whole world vapours in thy breath. 
Don7ie. 
Were I to give my frolic fancy play, 
I'd sing of her as some angelic sprite, 
Who, wandering from her native home of light, 
Fatigued, had fallen asleep upon the way ; — 
I'd fear to wake her, lest she'd plume her wings 
And soar away from me and all sublunar things. 
MacKcUar. 
