Along the ceiling, along the floor,

And seems to say, at each chamber-door,

Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude

Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw,

It calmly repeats those words of awe,

In that mansion used to be

Free-hearted Hospitality;

His great fires up the chimney roared ;

The stranger feasted at his board;

But, like the skeleton at the feast,

That warning timepiece never ceased,

There groups of merry children played, There youths and maidens dreaming strayed; O precious hours! O golden prime,

And affluence of love and time !

Even as a miser counts his gold,

Those hours the ancient timepiece told,

From that chamber, clothed in white,

The bride came forth on her wedding night;

There, in that silent room below,

The dead lay in his shroud of snow;

And in the hush that followed the prayer,

Was heard the old clock on the stair,

All are scattered now and fled,

Some are married, some are dead;
And when I ask, with throbs of pain,
"Ah! when shall they all meet again ?”
As in the days long-since gone by,

The ancient timepiece makes reply, –
"Forever - never!

Never forever!"

Never here, forever there,

Where all parting, pain, and care,
And death, and time shall disappear,
Forever there, but never here!

THE ARROW AND THE SONG.

I SHOT an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where ;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song ?