HER NAME. TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH OF VICTOR HUGO.

The fragrant odor of the perfumed flower, The plaint of one who doth his pain confess; The farewell whispered in the shadowy hour, The thrilling sound of love's impassioned kiss: The seven-hued scarf that o'er yon field the cloud A trophy leaves to the triumphant sun; A trancing strain, now lost, now faintly heard, The twilight hum that tells the day is done: The accent of some voice remembered well, The glorious ray that crowns the western sea; The secret wish that maiden may not tell, The first sweet dream of sleeping infancy: A far, faint choral chant; the wakening sigh The Memnon gave to morning's glance of flame; All that thought hath of beauty, melody, Less sweet is, O! my Lyre! than her sweet name!