Oh songs of mine! beloved songs of mine, Up, up! and don your armor, And let the trumpets blare, And lift upon your shield This youthful maiden Who now shall reign supreme Over my heart, as queen! Hail! hail! thou youthful queen! From the sun above I snatch the beaming red gold, And weave therewith a diadem For thy consecrated head. From the fluttering azure-silken canopy of heaven, Where blaze the diamonds of night, A precious fragment I cut: And as a coronation mantle, I hang it upon thy royal shoulders. I bestow on thee a court Of richly-attired sonnets, Haughty _Terzine_ and stately stanzas. My wit shall serve thee as courier, My fancy shall be thy fool, Thy herald, whose crest is a smiling tear, Shall be my humor. But I myself, oh Queen, Low do I kneel before thee, On the cushion of crimson samite, And as homage I dedicate to thee. The tiny morsel of reason, That has been compassionately spared me By thy predecessor in the realm. II. TWILIGHT. On the wan shore of the sea Lonely I sat with troubled thoughts. The sun dropped lower, and cast Glowing red streaks on the water. And the white wide waves, Crowding in with the tide, Foamed and rustled, nearer and nearer, With a strange rustling, a whispering, a hissing, A laughter, a murmur, a sighing, a seething, And amidst all these a mysterious lullaby. I seemed to hear long-past traditions, Lovely old-time fairy-tales, Which as a boy I had heard, From the neighbor's children, When on summer evenings we had nestled On the stone steps of the porch. With little eager hearts, And wistful cunning eyes, Whilst the grown maidens Sat opposite at their windows Near their sweet-smelling flower pots, With their rosy faces, Smiling and beaming in the moonlight. III. SUNSET. The glowing red sun descends Into the wide, tremulous Silver-gray ocean. Ethereal, rosy tinted forms Are wreathed behind him, and opposite, Through the veil of autumnal, twilight clouds, Like a sad, deathly-pale countenance, Breaks the moon, And after her, like sparks of light, In the misty distance, shimmer the stars. Once there shone forth in heaven, Nuptially united. Luna the goddess, and Sol the god. And around them gathered the stars, Those innocent little children. But evil tongues whispered dissension, And in bitterness parted The lofty, illustrious pair.