THE ANGEL AND THE MAIDEN.
As I rested under the greenwood-tree,
The angel Azrael came to me;
He said, "The Eden land is fair;
Thou art weary of earth,—shall I waft thee there?"
But, though I had longed for the grave's still bed,
My spirit sank with a nameless dread;
I could not motion, I could not speak,
The spirit was willing, the flesh was weak.
"I hoped," he said, "to have seen thee wear
The conqueror's crown on thy flowing hair;
