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The vision of Cortes, Cain, and other poems

Simms, William Gilmore (1806-1870)

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THE VISION OF CORTES.
  
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XXX.
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XXXIII.
  
CAIN.
  
ASHLEY RIVER.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
THE STARS.
  
STANZAS TO IDA.
  
DIRGE OF THE LEAVES.
  
THE LAST LEAF.
  
STANZAS TO IDA.
  
TO THE SAME.
  
TO THE SAME.
  
STANZAS.
  
TO THYRZA.
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SONNETS.
  
[Come down, ye dark brow'd ministers of thought]
  
[Can I not lay me down, at once, and die?]
  
[Thou wilt remark my fate, when I am dead]
  
[Ambition owns no friend—yet be thou mine]
  
[To-morrow, I shall have no charge in life]
  
[The barque is ready, for your carriage hence]
  
[Ay, I have heard enough]
  
[Last night, the moon shone suddenly in streams]
  
[It was a picture of much loveliness]
  
[My child, my beautiful child, when I am gone]
  
[I saw it in my dream. O! could I task]
  
[Thou hast enamor'd me of woodland scenes]
  
[Ah! me, that sleeping, like Endymion]
  
[Moonlight is down among the pleasant hills]
  
[Sweetness, and gamesome images, surround]
  
[Come, sit thee down beside me—I would rest]
  
[The spirits that do dress the flow'rs with dew]
  
[I think, good shepherd, you did dream of this]
  
FAREWELL TO IDA.

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[The spirits that do dress the flow'rs with dew]

The spirits that do dress the flow'rs with dew,
And trip it, 'neath the moon, upon the green,
Have been with me, and I have heard and seen
Their gossamer forms—among them, some I knew.
Theirs, were most pleasant duties, for they crept
Beside me, as upon my couch, I slept,
And built fair images to glad my sight—
Then, with sweet songs, they hush'd me to repose;
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For I had partly waken'd, 'neath the light
Of a rich vision—which, I could not close
My eyes, for looking on; until they won
The slumber, I had frighted, back upon
My heavy lids, and so I past the night—
Ah! me, I would that this long day were done.
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