POETRY.

FOR TEE LITcHFIELD ENQUIRER. THE SEA BIRDS SONG,
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My home is away, on the dark blue bay, Where the ocean waters foam, And all the day, dance in the spray, That forms my rainbow dome. And from my breast, where the sun-beams rest off the waters fling, And chase the sun, til his course is run, Borne on, my uniir'd wing. My mate is the storm, and in the swarm or tempest-lossed clouds; Like queen l ride, and by my side. Roh'd in the darkest shrouds, Stern thunder site, and grOwls by 6ts, Whilst merriy sing, And call the blast which flies so fast, To bear me on his wing. I love the cline, where in white moon-shine, sing to ihe ocean maid And view !he deep, where she calmly sleeps, On her couch of coral laid. I survey her cave iH the ocean wave,

 With thousand emeralds hung, And the green sea gems and diadems

 That on it's sides are strung. In the earthquake shocks when the ocean rocks, And the pale moon reels aghast. Ani the stars are fled from iheir airy bed, Scar'd by the coming blast When the clouds are driven, in fragments riven, And the lightDings play between, And the fiery eyes of the red sunrise, Flash with their burning g!eam; turn my flight to the regions of light,

 Above the morning star; Where calm is ihe air, and unheard there

 The elemental war. With the Genii hold sweet converse bold,

 In their homes of upper air, And then again, when the red stars wanc,

 descend to the ocean fair. fly, with the stars, in their gi'ering cars,

 And gaze on the waters under, Nor stop then, till rest in the den

 Ofthe old earthquake thunder, And look down in ihe chaslD VI here with many spasI The volcano fires burn and spit, And shado TVS that f, on the heavens high wal Backward and forward fit. sit on the helm when the waters o'erwheln

 The stately vessel strong, When the tight-stretcl'd sail is rent in the gale, That bears 1t swift along When the tmher's crash, and the billow's dash

 Are joined in one wild roar, With the last cry of pain of him who in vain

 Strives for the distant shore, My nest is made of the sea-weeds laid

 Upon the ocean floor, And is rock'd in the blast as if rnshes past,

 On it way to the frozen shore; Or calmly it lies, whilst with wondering eyes, gaze on the water snakes, As specks of gold from each pended fold, Fall of in shining flakes. LhON.