We'll go, where, on the rocky isles, Or, bide thou where the poppy blows, Seek and defy the bear. Fierce though he be, and huge of frame, This arm his savage strength shall tame, And drag him from his lair. When crimson sky and flamy cloud And the dead valleys wear a shroud With glistening walls and glassy dome, And spread with skins the floor. The white fox by thy couch shall play ; And, from the frozen skies, The meteors of a mimic day Shall flash upon thine eyes. And I for such thy vow-meanwhile Shall hear thy voice and see thy smile, Till that long midnight flies. THE JOURNEY OF LIFE. BENEATH the waning moon I walk at night, And pitfalls lurk in shade along the ground, And broken gleams of brightness, here and there, The trampled earth returns a sound of fear- And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, t TRANSLATIONS. VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES. THE night winds howled-the billows dashed Against the tossing chest ; And Danaë to her broken heart Her slumbering infant pressed. "My little child"-in tears she said "To wake and weep is mi, But thou canst sleep-thou dost not know.. Thy mother's lot, and thine. "The moon is up, the moonbeams smileThey tremble on the main ; • But dark, within my floating cell, To me they smile in vain. |