then thine eyes send forth, mine eyes to greet, Glances in which thy whole soul is exprest, Then, like some song-bird flutt'ring in its nest, I hear thy heart in pulsing cadence beat.

To brisk notes in cadence beating, Glance their many-twinkling feet.

* '"We shall be notes in that great symphony Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, And all the live world's throbbing heart shall be One with our heart; the stealthy, creeping years Have lost their terrors now; we shall not die The universe itself shall be our Immortality!" Have you forgotten how you chanted these, and told me they were Oscar Wilde's.

and hear the bird's sweet notes In lingering cadence die.

Nor castle, nor treasures, nor skies, Nor the waves of the river that roll With a cadence faint and sweet In peace by its marble feet Nothing of these is the goal For which my whole heart sighs.

that thy life as clear From discord, as thy perfect cadence flows; That tun'd to sympathy, thy faithful tear, In mild accordance falls for others woes; That all the tender, pure affections bind In chains of harmony, thy willing mind!

And those wild Pandean stops Mark the cadence life must keep.

But when the distant convent-bell, Ere Day's last smiles depart, With mellow cadence pleading fell Upon my brooding heart, And Memory's phantoms thick and fast Their fond illusions bred, From peerless spirits of the past, And wrecks of ages fled, Joy broke the spell; an emblem blest That lonely harbor cheered: As if to greet her pilgrim guest, My country's flag appeared!

They hear me not my later cadence singing, The souls to whom my earlier lays I sang; Dispersed the throng, their severed flight now winging; Mute are the voices that responsive rang.