dead And all but deathless Reason gone. 

  

  

       TO EVA     

      O fair and stately maid, whose eyes Were kindled in the upper skies At the same torch that lighted mine; For so I must interpret still Thy sweet dominion o'er my will, A sympathy divine. Ah! let me blameless gaze upon Features that seem at heart my own; Nor fear those watchful sentinels, Who charm the more their glance forbids, Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,        With fire that draws while it repels. 

  

  

       LINES     

      WRITTEN BY ELLEN LOUISA TUCKER SHORTLY BEFORE HER MARRIAGE TO MR. EMERSON Love scatters oil On Life's dark sea, Sweetens its toil—        Our helmsman he. Around him hover Odorous clouds; Under this cover His arrows he shrouds. The cloud was around me, I knew not why Such sweetness crowned me. While Time shot by. No pain was within, But calm delight, Like a world without sin, Or a day without night. The shafts of the god Were tipped with down, For they drew no blood, And they knit no frown. I knew of them not Until Cupid laughed loud, And saying "You're caught!"        Flew off in the cloud. O then I awoke, And I lived but to sigh, Till a clear voice spoke,—        And my tears are dry. 

  

  

       THE VIOLET     

      BY ELLEN LOUISA TUCKER Why lingerest thou, pale violet, to see the dying year; Are Autumn's blasts fit music for thee, fragile one, to hear; Will thy clear blue eye, upward bent, still keep its chastened glow, Still tearless lift its slender form above the wintry snow? Why wilt thou live when none around reflects thy pensive ray? Thou bloomest here a lonely thing in the clear autumn day. The tall green trees, that shelter thee, their last gay dress put on; There will be nought to shelter thee when their sweet leaves are gone. O Violet, like thee, how blest could I lie down and die, When summer light is fading, and autumn breezes sigh; When Winter reigned I'd close my eye, but wake 

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