3.

As the chief who to combat advances
Secure of his conquest before,

Thus thou, with those eyes for thy lances,
Hast pierc'd through my heart to its core.
Ah, tell me, my soul! must I perish

By pangs which a smile would dispel?

Would the hope, which thou once bad'st me cherish,

For torture repay me too well?

Now sad is the garden of roses,

Beloved but false Haideé!

There Flora all wither'd reposes,

And mourns o'er thine absence with me,

X.

Written beneath a Picture.

h

DEAR object of defeated care!

Though now of Love and thee bereft,

To reconcile me with despair

Thine image and my tears are left.

2.

"Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope; But this I feel can ne'er be true: For by the death-blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew.

XI.

On Parting.

J.

THE kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left,
Shall never part from mine,

Till happier hours restore the gift

Untainted back to thine.

2.

Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,

An equal love may see:

The tear that from thine eyelid streams

Can weep no change in me.

3.

I ask no pledge to make me blest
In gazing when alone;

Nor one memorial for a breast,

Whose thoughts are all thine own.

4.

Nor need I write-to tell the tale
My pen were doubly weak:
Oh! what can idle words avail,

Unless the heart could speak?

5.

By day or night, in weal or woe,
That heart, no longer free,

Must bear the love it cannot show,

And silent ache for thee.

XII.

To Thyrza.

WITHOUT a stone to mark the spot,

And say, what Truth might well have said,

By all, save one, perchance forgot,

Ah, wherefore art thou lowly laid ?

By many a shore and many a sea
Divided, yet belov'd in vain;
The past, the future fled to thee

To bid us meet-no-ne'er again!
Could this have been a word-a look
That softly said, "We part in peace,"
Had taught my bosom how to brook,
With fainter sighs, thy soul's release.
And didst thou not, since Death for thee
Prepar'd a light and pangless dart,
Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see,

Who held, and holds thee in his heart?