STANZAS.
LINES COMPOSED IN A WOOD ON A WINDY DAY.
SELECTIONS FROM THE LITERARY REMAINS OF ELLIS AND ACTON BELL.
SELECTIONS FROM POEMS BY ELLIS BELL.
SELECTIONS FROM POEMS BY ACTON BELL.
IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY.
THE THREE GUIDES. [First published in FRASER'S MAGAZINE.]
POEMS BY CURRER BELL
PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM.
I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start
Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall—
The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart
Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall;
Over against my bed, there shone a gleam
Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.
It sank, and I am wrapt in utter gloom;
How far is night advanced, and when will day
Retinge the dusk and livid air with bloom,
And fill this void with warm, creative ray?
Would I could sleep again till, clear and red,
Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread!
