which the sight astounded
In north and south were plac'd;
Upon strong pillars founded,
And with fair galleries grac'd.
And there caught the attention
Of those that thither stroll'd,
Quadrants of hugh dimension,
And speres in frames that roll'd.

From yonder Castle, gazing
Across the isle, you spied
The woods, their heads up-raising,
And ocean's bluey tide.
The halls the sight enchanted
With colours bright of blee;
The gardens they were planted
With many a flower and tree.

When down came night careering
And vanish'd was the sun,
The stars were seen appearing
All heaven's arch upon.
Then far was heard the yelling,
When you thereto gave heed,
Of those that watch'd the dwelling,
Four hounds of mastiff breed.

The good knight ceas'd to walk on
The fields of war and gore,
His helm and sword the balk on
He hung, to use no more.
From earth, its woe and riot,
His soul had taken flight,
When in his chamber quiet
He sat at dead of night.

Then he his eye erected
Into the night so far,
And keen the course inspected
Of every twinkling star.
The stars his fame transported
Wide over sea and land,
And kings his friendship courted,
And sought his islet's strand.

But point the stars from heaven
To lands far o'er the main;
He went, by fortune driven,
And ne'er returned again.
The haughty walls through sorrow
Have long since sunken low,
And heavy plow-shares furrow
Thy house, Urania, now.

Each time the sun is sinking
It friendly looks on Hveen;
Its rays there linger, thinking
On what the place has been.
The moon hastes melancholy
Past, past the coast so dear,
And in love's transport holy
Shines Freya's starlet clear.

Then suddenly takes to heaving
Of that same ruin'd hold
The basis deep, believing
It is some eve of old.
For many moments gladly
'Twould rise up from the mould;
But ah! it can't, and sadly
Sinks in death's slumber cold.

THE READY ANSWER.

The brother to his dear sister spake;
"Wilt thou not quickly a husband take?"

"Dear brother, I'll do no such thing,
I'm far too young for marrying."

"Then why so oft do I hear it said
That thou preparest thee to wed?"

"Ah! folks such store of scandal say,
That only fools attention pay."

"Who was that gallant knight, that rode
This morning early from thy abode?"

"A very gallant knight, indeed,
It was my page upon his steed."