Poetry: Lament of the Widowed Inebriate

The Aubiirn Journal publisiics a Letter from a friend in Boston Irom wliich wc borrow the followjiig:- "Visited Professor Longfcllow nt his rooms in oíd Harvard. Th? poet wns in fine healili a id spirits, ttpd fíate pre sotnc slnnzas entitled 'The Lument f t lio Widowed lnebrialc,:' by Duunnne, uliich 1 endose for tho rrntification of the readers ol" yo.if paper. Thcy brcalhe llie true spirit of poeuvf dik! isnrpaö in tendernos?, beauty pathos and d.-lrneation of heart brokeft sorrovfr, Snythihg 1 ever sow. Longflovv puys they ure tiruugh to iminoralize any poet. Alas Ure poor inebriatei- Ihm jut, huw truc ilift fojlowing lincb!- Wiiat n daguerreoiye lifceness of the inmost soul of the drunfcard have we here: - LAMENT OF THE WJDOWED INEBRÍATE I'm thinking on thy ptniïe, Klary Tiiy brig.'u ftnd INi'stiïig .-tnüe - In ihe morning olodr jouili nnd love, Kfe toriow caiiic--or gmie? f' hen ihinc ai ms Were ttcifudabjid tiiy neck, Jlui mine eyes lookcd Uito tliine, And the hfarl ihat throbbrd for rüv alom; Wus n'estling close lo mint! I sce ftil! mnny a stniíe, Marv, On yo'Mig lipa brjomjiig b'gU'i And many a:i oye of iglit and luve fs in rny sigriit'f hul llic time. is nol Jor my poor hearlj And the oye s sírange lo me, And lotMjline.-s comes o'or tny soul When iis metnory turn to thee. i'm thinking on the nij;!it, Wat, Tiic ntjrht of jrrief anti tliamt?, Win n wiih (ifiiiikcn ravings on my Ihwj To thee I licrirewnrd Kmé, - -O,.lho réitr U';is n ihiïic rarnest cyc,1 And tliV b ■siirr wddfy iit':id, Yiït a finüe of love vfus on thy clirI?, ThoiiQfh the heuri as .-or'-k yrieved!' Bul the siryle feonn Jefl tlljf lips, Mary, An.l Umie e;, e gr'evv öiui umi satlj! For the tempicr fmed thy etrps friiin thóe. And the vvi'hè-ci)p dr:,ve irte inad: From ihy check the roses quickly jlfd, And ihy hinfetóg liiuh was gom;, Vet thy he.irl t-tiil fmidiy cluiij; to me, And still kept trusiinr on'.Oh, my u-ords wcre harsh lo tiiee, Maryy For the wínfe-cíip maíe nve wild;And 1 diid tJioe whf tliine eyëd wsre end, And 1 cureeil tlioc whetr they smik'u;Gjd knows í toved íht'e even Iheii, But tfic fire ivas in my bra'.n, And t he curse of drink wuá in my lwart, ïo niake cuy lovo a banc. ;Twas a píeásant horñte uf oVirs, lífaíy, In the ej)rinj tune of our liíe, tVhen I looked upon Uiy sunny face, And proudly cullcd tlicc wiíi: - And 'uvas leasant wlieirour children p!-aycd Before onr coUnije áuror:-But llie children sieep iciíh thec, jtfttrtí, 1 shall nevé f sec llieui inore! Thou'rt retiñir in' thechuVdr-yard, iww, And nostone sal thy head!' But t he sexlon lfnovvs á drnnkard's wife Sleeps in th.it lowly bcd:- And he says the liund of Rfary, Will fall with Cveight On the wretch who brciugln thy gen'Jc ]fe To its untiniely falc!' . Bul he knows no', of the brokenliéart I benr wilhin my breast, Or the heavy load of vain remorse,' That will n'ot let me rrst :: He knowH not if the sleepless nilits, When drehtnlnr i thy love; i seem to see thine angel eyesj Look culdly frorn abuve.I have Toiscci ihe wirie cup in mj liand, And wildest stra'ns-Fvc sunir, l'ill wiili the fauyh of driinkcn mirth Tho eclioing. air has riiii'r:_u But a palé and' gorroivhig face lövkcct out From the glitlering cup on nw, Atid a ircmblmg whibper I have lieurd Thüt I loncied, brcothcd bylhee!' Thoi) art slumberiiig in tfie peaceful grave, And thy sltrp ifdreairjes ,-iöii;', But the seal of an undying grief Is on tiiy moiirner's brow, And my henrt is chili as'tliine, Mary, For tliejoysof life have fled, And I long to lay niy ncliing brea6t Wjth the cold aml silentdead!