The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child… Forsake thy books, and mateless pl… And, while the night is gathering… We’ll talk its pensive hours away;…

THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer browse above her bre…

Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish—hearted men. She was cruel in her fear;

How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whisper… “ Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to—ni… Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!

Oh, thy bright eyes must answer no… When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead fo… And tell why I have chosen thee!.

Silent is the house: all are laid… One alone looks out o’er the snow-… Watching every cloud, dreading eve… That whirls the wildering drift, a… Cheerful is the hearth, soft the m…

Awaking morning laughs from heaven On golden summer’s forests green; And what a gush of song is given To welcome in that light serene. A fresh wind waves the clustering…

Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its store of silent sorrow. O, I’m gone back to the days of y…

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere… But most where trees are sending

Come, walk with me, There’s only thee To bless my spirit now — We used to love on winter nights To wander through the snow;

The sun has set, and the long gras… Waves dreamily in the evening wind… And the wild bird has flown from t… In some warm nook a couch to find. In all the lonely landscape round

No coward soul is mine No trembler in the world’s storm—t… I see Heaven’s glories shine And Faith shines equal arming me… O God within my breast

Oh, for the time when I shall sle… Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may cover me! No promised heaven these wild desi…

The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering corpse to me We wander on we have no rest