PoETRY.

FOR TIE LIrcHyIELD ENQUIRER.

 T6D JANE.
 She had the same lone thoughts and wanderinge The oueet of hidden Knowledge, and amind TO comprehend the uDiverse.-ByrOn. There was an hour when death had been To this dark mind a joyous thing, e LoOsing the chain of shame and sin From of my spirit's dropping wing; There was an hour, when, like the night, Starless and cold and stormy, came Ear,h's desoIation with the blight

 Of hell upon me; till the name Of aught save night or stars or sea Brought to my spirit agony. There was an hour--but who can tell The rush of feelings overwrought With this worlds hatred I what can swell The damning of all-blighting thought2 Yet such was mne-and such had been Mine yet, had not seen ntee rise, Lighting this spirit as the sheen

 Of moonrise lights the evening skies, And passions proud and fierce and high, Sunk calm'd before thine angel eye. ,... I saw, and Iov'd thec-who hath seen In this dark world thing like thee, And lov'd not, cen though love had been A living, bightng agony? lov'd thee, and the deep, intense,

 Dark, burning thoughts of that short hour Came on like whirlwinds till each sense Whird in the rush of that dark power; And heaven and earth-a all, seem'd gone, And to my eye thou vert alone. How'd thee not that thou surPass'd

 Ali other beings meath the sky In beauty-nor that wealth had cast

 Around thy form its brilliancy: For my lone thought had ever soar'd

 On eagle's pnions--nor could find In aught of earth what it adored Above all else-a kindred mind- Tin it had found thee; and then came That rush of tempest and of flame. But fare thee we-thou aDeH to me

 The ouly blessing earth could give, And in my spirits agony

 The star of peace that badc nc live. But fare thee wel--anothers chAin

 Is on thy gentle spiri. cast, And o'er my mind mightier pain

 Than e'en at first hath darkiy pass'd And this dark cheerless world shall be home no more for things like me. SEDLEY.