Such is my name, and such my tale. I breathe the sorrows I bewail, And thank thee for the generous tear BYRON. PART XIII. Tragedy and Sorrow. THE ASH POOL. THE wet wind sobs o'er the sodden leas, 'Neath the low long sweep of sullen sky, 'Neath the straggling boughs lies the Great Ash Pool. Black and cold, and stagnant and deep, No silvery fins from its waters leap; But docken and nightshade around it spring; Are twisted and gnarled as by witches' hand, When June's soft magic is on the earth, When the bright becks dance 'neath the bright leaves' shade, And the wild birds carol from glen and glade, Not a sunbeam glints on its breast to play, Not a murmur welcomes the golden day, No children loiter beside its brink, No shy fawn lingers its wave to drink; Yet no lovers keep tryst at the Great Ash Pool. Yet once by its waters wild vows were spoken, When the moon to its depths soft radiance lent; With its blue eyes glazed in their last despair,- ACCURSED. PALLID white the moonlight gloweth Past the cedars gaunt and grim. Like a gem of antique splendor, Once o'er Judah's hill of purple Through her valleys, green and fertile, In those years so long agone In religion's blessed dawn, On my head the black curse falleth- Eighteen hundred years I've wandered, — Years may come and years may go But upon my vague, wild wanderings Shiveringly the night wind waileth 'Neath the star I kneel and cry, Sacramento Union, 1874. And yet the fair, good name was wilted; One venomed word, That struck its coward, poisoned blow, 'T was but one whisper one, That muttered low, for very shame, A hint so slight, And yet so mighty in its power, Lies crushed beneath its blight. CALUMNY. A WHISPER woke the air, A soft, light tone and low, But no, a quick and eager ear Caught up the little, meaning sound; Another voice has breathed it clear, And so it wandered round From ear to lip, from lip to ear, Until it reached a gentle heart That throbbed from all the world apart, And that it broke. MRS. FRANCES OSGOOD. THE OUTCAST. BLEAK winds of the winter, sobbing and moaning, |