Thou  meet'st  my  sight  ;
There  dost  thou  glide  before  me  still —

A  form  of  light !
I  feel  thy  breath  upon  my  cheek,
I  see  thee  smile,  I  hear  thee  speak,
Till  oh  !  my  heart  is  like  to  break,

Casa  Wappy !


Methinks,  thou  smil'st  before  me  now,

With  glaiice  of  stealth  ;
The  hair  thrown  back  from  thy  full  brow

In  buoyant  health :


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I  see  thine  eyes,  deep  violet  light,
Thy  dimpled  cheek  carnation'd  bright,
Thy  clasping  arms  so  round  and  white,

Casa  Wappy !


The  nursery  shows  thy  pictured  wall,

Thy  bat,  thy  bow.
Thy  cloak  and  bonnet,  club  and  ball ;

But  where  art  thou  ?
A  cornet;  holds  thine  empty  chair  ;
Thy  playthings,  idly  scatter'd  there.
But  speak  to  us  of  our  despair,

Casa  Wappy  !


Even  to  the  last,  thy  every  word —

To  glad — to  grieve —
Was  sweet,  as  sweetest  song  of  bird

On  summer's  eve ;
In  outward  beauty  undecay'd
Death  o'er  thy  spirit  cast  no  shade,
And  like  the  rainbow,  thou  didst  fade,

Casa  Wappy !


We  mourn  for  thee,  when  blind  blank  night

The  chamber  fills ;
We  pine  for  thee,  when  morn's  first  light

Reddens  the  hills ;
The  sun,  the  moon,  the  stars,  the  sea,
All — to  the  wall-flower  and  wild-pea —
Are  changed  :  we  saw  the  world  thro'  thee,

Casa  Wappy  !


D.   M.   MO  in.  207

And  though,  perchance,  a  smile  may  gleam

Of  casual  mirth.
