Misgivings, hard to vanquish or control, Mix with the day, and cross the hour of rest; That sigh of thine, not meant for human ear, Peace settles where the intellect is meek, 1824. XX. LAMENT OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS. ON THE EVE OF A NEW YEAR. [THIS arose out of a flash of moonlight that struck the ground when I was approaching the steps that lead from the garden at Rydal Mount to the front of the house. "From her sunk eye a stagnant tear stole forth" is taken, with some loss, from a discarded poem, "The Convict," in which occurred, when he was discovered lying in the cell, these lines: "But now he upraises the deep-sunken eye, The silence of sorrow it seems to supply SMILE of the Moon!-for so I name Or art thou of still higher birth ? Thou that didst part the clouds of earth, My torpor to reprove! II. Bright boon of pitying Heaven!-alas, year; For years to me are sad and dull; III. And yet, the soul-awakening gleam, That struck perchance the farthest cone Of Scotland's rocky wilds, did seem To visit me, and me alone; Me, unapproached by any friend, Tears due unto their own. IV. To-night the church-tower bells will ring Through these wide realms a festive peal; To the new year a welcoming; A tuneful offering for the weal Of happy millions lulled in sleep; V. Born all too high, by wedlock raised Than the sweet flowerets of the fields -It is my royal state that yields This bitterness of woe. VI. Yet how ?-for I, if there be truth VII. Unblest distinction! showered on me VIII. A Woman rules my prison's key; Detains me, doubtful of the event; IX. Farewell desire of human aid, Nought but the world-redeeming Cross My burthen to support. X. Hark! the death-note of the Sounded by the castle-clock ! year From her sunk eyes a stagnant tear 1817. XXI. THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN. [WRITTEN at Alfoxden, where I read Hearne's Journey with deep interest. It was composed for the volume of Lyrical Ballads.] When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his journey with his companions, he is left behind, covered over with deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if he be unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the desert; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other tribes of Indians. The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting work HEARNE'S JOURNEY from HUDSON'S BAY to the NORTHERN OCEAN. In the high northern latitudes, as the same writer informs us, when the northern lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise, as alluded to in the following poem. I. BEFORE I see another day, In sleep I heard the northern gleams; Before I see another day, Oh let my body die away! II. My fire is dead: it knew no pain; III. Alas! ye might have dragged me on Another day, a single one! Too soon I yielded to despair; Why did ye listen to my prayer? When ye were gone my limbs were stronger; And oh, how grievously I rue, That, afterwards, a little longer, |