all these were dear to heart and eye-but an invisible fear shook in the trees and chilled upon the air , and if one spot was laughing brightest-there my soul most sank and darkened in despair ! - as if the shadows of a curtained room haunted me in the sun-as if the bloom of early flow'rets had no sweets for me , nor apple blossoms any blush to see- as if the hour had brought too bright a day- and little birds were all too gay ! -too gay ! - as if the beauty of that lovely one were all a fable.-full before the sun stood death and cast a shadow long before , like a dark pall enshrouding her all o'er , till eyes , and lips , and smiles , were all no more !