That vision of woe, that wild dream of the sea, Is fulfilled, O pale, desolate weeper, in thee; No more shall the joy of thy glance on me shine; While the sun on me beams, I may never be thine; Yet know in thy sorrow, sad Inez, my love, Thou art mine in the Eden that blossoms above! Ah, the pent tears, at last, 'neath thy dark lashes start, And the words that would heal it have broken thy heart. * * * * * SONNET.--CLOUDS. BY WM. ALEXANDER. YE welcome clouds! what praises have ye won! Host after host ye ever thronging come, Careering on athwart the ethereal dome, To tell of tempests past or hastening on. With magic hues ye often deck the sky, Enamelling it with red and purple, gold; Like molten silver oft ye are unrolled, And oft changed into palaces, ye lie. The rainbow oft is pictured on your breast, To tell of peace and plenty ye do bring; Hail, snow, ye bear oft 'neath your ebon wing, And tempests in your blackest mantle rest. The thirsty earth ye wet with freshening showers, Floods flowing from ye speak your desolating powers. * * * * * WILLIE MAYLIE. BY CORNELIA M. DOWLING. OH! do you not remember, love, The sunny morn when we were plighted? Your eye was bright in loving light, And dancing like a star benighted. That eye is dim and sunken now, But still around it love reposes; And bright the smile upon your cheek, Though withered long are all its roses. Oh! my Willie Maylie dear, My true, my noble Willie Maylie, Years have rolled, And we are old, But _still together_, Willie Maylie! And do you not remember, love, The baby bright we used to cherish, Not dreaming that so fair a bud Might early fade away and perish? Oh! sad it seemed to lay the form So bright upon an earthy pillow; Now, she is softly sleeping, love, Alone, beneath the drooping willow! Oh! my Willie Maylie dear, My loving, earnest Willie Maylie, Roses bloom Upon the tomb Of her we loved, my Willie Maylie! And do you not remember, love, That we have journeyed long together, The heart-light ever gilding o'er The path of life in wintry weather? We've almost crossed the ocean now, Still breasting every billow gayly; We soon shall reach the heavenly shore, And rest together, Willie Maylie! Oh! my Willie Maylie dear, My own true-hearted Willie Maylie, Heart to heart, And ne'er to part, We'll rest together, Willie Maylie! * * * * * ELLIE MAYLIE. BY JENNIE DOWLING DE WITT.