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The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Where love lies waking with <strong>the</strong> fragrant stars--<br />

Lo I--a languisher for sunnier climes,<br />

Where fruit, leaf, blossom, on <strong>the</strong> trees forever<br />

Image <strong>the</strong> tropic deathlessness <strong>of</strong> love--<br />

Have met, and long'd to win <strong>the</strong>e, fairest lady,<br />

To a more genial clime than cold Broadway!<br />

Tranquil and effortless thou glidest on,<br />

As doth <strong>the</strong> swan upon <strong>the</strong> yielding water,<br />

And with a cheek like alabaster cold!<br />

But as thou didst divide <strong>the</strong> amorous air<br />

Just opposite <strong>the</strong> Astor, and didst lift<br />

That vail <strong>of</strong> languid lashes to look in<br />

At Leary's tempting window--lady! <strong>the</strong>n<br />

My heart sprang in beneath that fringed vail,<br />

Like an adventurous bird that would escape<br />

To some warm chamber from <strong>the</strong> outer cold!<br />

And <strong>the</strong>re would I delightedly remain,<br />

And close that fringed window with a kiss,<br />

And in <strong>the</strong> warm sweet chamber <strong>of</strong> thy breast,<br />

Be prisoner forever!<br />

THE DECLARATION.<br />

N. P. WILLIS.<br />

'Twas late, and <strong>the</strong> gay company was gone,<br />

And light lay s<strong>of</strong>t on <strong>the</strong> deserted room<br />

From alabaster vases, and a scent<br />

Of orange-leaves, and sweet verbena came<br />

Through <strong>the</strong> uushutter'd window on <strong>the</strong> air,<br />

And <strong>the</strong> rich pictures with <strong>the</strong>ir dark old tints<br />

Hung like a twilight landscape, and all things<br />

Seem'd hush'd into a slumber. Isabel,<br />

<strong>The</strong> dark-eyed, spiritual Isabel<br />

Was leaning on her harp, and I had stay'd<br />

To whisper what I could not when <strong>the</strong> crowd<br />

Hung on her look like worshipers. I knelt,<br />

And with <strong>the</strong> fervor <strong>of</strong> a lip unused<br />

To <strong>the</strong> cool breath <strong>of</strong> reason, told my love.

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