When earth is fair, and winds are still, When sunset gilds the western hill, Oft by the porch, with jasmine sweet, Or by the brook, with noiseless feet, Two silent forms are seen; So silent they--the place so lone-- They seem like souls when life is gone, That haunt where life has been: And his to watch, as in the past Her soul had watch'd his soul. Alas! _her_ darkness waits the last, The grave the only goal! It is not what the leech can cure-- An erring chord, a jarring madness: A calm so deep, it must endure-- So deep, thou scarce canst call it sadness; A summer night, whose shadow falls On silent hearths in ruin'd halls. Yet, through the gloom, she seem'd to feel His presence like a happier air, Close by his side she loved to steal, As if no ill could harm her there! And when her looks his own would seek, Some memory seem'd to wake the sigh, Strive for kind words she could not speak, And bless him in the tearful eye. O sweet the jasmine's buds of snow, In mornings soft with May, And silver-clear the waves that flow To shoreless deeps away; But heavenward from the faithful heart A sweeter incense stole;-- The onward waves their source desert, But Soul returns to Soul! THE FAIRY BRIDE. A TALE[A] PART I. "And how canst thou in tourneys shine, Or tread the glittering festal floor? On chains of gold and cloth of pile, The looks of high-born Beauty smile; Nor peerless deeds, nor stainless line, Can lift to fame the Poor!" His Mother spoke; and Elvar sigh'd-- The sigh alone confess'd the truth; He curb'd the thoughts that gall'd the breast-- High thoughts ill suit the russet vest; Yet Arthur's Court, in all its pride, Ne'er saw so fair a youth. Far, to the forest's stillest shade, Sir Elvar took his lonely way; Beneath an oak, whose gentle frown Dimm'd noon's bright eyes, he laid him down And watch'd a Fount that through the glade, Sang, sparkling up to day. "As sunlight to the forest tree"-- 'Twas thus his murmur'd musings ran-- "And as amidst the sunlight's glow, The freshness of the fountain's flow-- So--(ah, they never mine may be!)-- Are Gold and Love to Man." And while he spoke, a gentle air Seem'd stirring through the crystal tides; A gleam, at first both dim and bright, Trembled to shape, in limbs of light, Gilded to sunbeams by the hair That glances where IT glides;[B] Till, clear and clearer, upward borne, The Fairy of the Fountain rose: The halo quivering round her, grew More steadfast as the shape shone through-- O sure, a second, softer Morn The Elder Daylight knows! Born from the blue of those deep eyes, Such love its happy self betray'd As only haunts that tender race, With flower or fount, their dwelling-place-- The darling of the earth and skies She rose--that Fairy Maid!