Stanzas

Farewell, Life! My senses swim,

And the world is growing dim;

Thronging shadows cloud the light,

Like the advent of the night,—

Colder, colder, colder still,

Upward steals a vapor chill—

Strong the earthy odor grows—

I smell the mould above the rose!

Welcome, Life! the Spirit strives!

Strength returns, and hope revives;

Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn

Fly like shadows at the morn,—

O'er the earth there comes a bloom—

Sunny light for sullen gloom,

Warm perfume for vapor cold—

smell the rose above the mould!

February 1845.