FEATS OF DEATH.
I HAVE pass'd o'er the earth in the darkness of night, I have walk'd the wild winds in the morning's broad light; I have paused o'er the bower where the infant lay sleeping, And I've left the fond mother in sorrow and weeping.
My pinion was spread, and the cold dew of night Which withers and moulders the flower in its light, Fell silently o'er the warm cheek in its glow, And I left it there blighted, and wasted, and low; I culled the fair bud, as it danced in its mirth, And I left it to moulder and fade on the earth.
I paused o'er the valley, the glad sounds of joy Rose soft through the mist, and ascended on high; The fairest were there, and I paused in my flight, And the deep cry of wailing broke wildly that night.
I stay not to gather the lone one to earth, I spare not the young in their gay dance of mirth, But I sweep them all on to their home in the grave, I stop not to pity — I stay not to save.
I paused in my pathway, for beauty was there; It was beauty too death-like, too cold, and too fair! The deep purple fountain seem'd melting away, And the faint pulse of life scarce remember'd to play; She had thought on the tomb, she was waiting for me, I gazed, I passed on, and her spirit was free.
The clear stream roll'd gladly, and bounded along, With ripple, and murmur, and sparkle, and song; The minstrel was tuning his wild harp to love, And sweet, and half-sad were the numbers he wove.