ZOWN, tower, R Shore, deep, Like dwarf imp leaping In gallop fleet; He flies, he prances, In frolic fancies On wave crest dances With each nearer burst! Like the toll of bell Oh God! the deadly sound Quick, 'neath the spiral round THE DJINNS. Mounts, mounts the circling shade 'Tis the djinus' wild streaming swarm VICTOR HUGO. Trembles and bends like quivering reed; Wild cries of hell! voices that howl and shriek! Totters the house, as though, like dry leaf shorn Bid their hot breath its fiery rain Grate the fierce claws of their dark wings! Fleeting through night's ray less region, Fill the forests as they go; And the tall oaks cower low, On! on the storm of wings Or thrash of tiny flail Each deadly djinn, More and more I list! Efface HEN, marshalled on the nightly The ocean yawned-and rudely blowed plain, The wind that tossed my foundering bark. The glittering host bestud the Deep horror then my vitals froze, OW various are the situations of the people covered by the roofs beneath me, and how diversified are the events at this moment befalling them! The new-born, the aged, the dying, the strong in life, and the recent dead, are in the chambers of these many mansions. The full of hope, the happy, the miserable, and the desperate, dwell together within the circle of my glance. In some of the houses over which my eyes roam so coldly, guilt is entering into hearts that are still tenanted by a debased and trodden virtue-guilt is on the very edge of commission, and the impending deed might be averted; guilt is done, and the criminal wonders if it be irrevocable. There are broad thoughts struggling in my mind, and, were I able to give them distinctness, they would make their way in eloquence. Lo! the rain-drops are descending. The clouds, within a little time, have gathered over all the sky, hanging heavily, as if about to drop in one unbroken mass upon the earth. At intervals the lightning flashes from their brooding hearts, quivers, disappears, and then comes the thunder, travelling slowly after its twin-born flame. A strong wind has sprung up, howls through the darkened streets, and raises the dust in dense bodies, to rebel against the approaching storm. All people hurry homeward-all that have a home; while a few lounge by the corners, or trudge on desperately, at their leisure. And now the storm lets loose its fury. In every dwelling I perceive the faces of the chambermaids as they shut down the windows, excluding the impetuous shower, and shrinking away from the quick, fiery glare. The large drops descend with force upon the slated roofs, and rise again in |