And mark the smile, and list the song, The sad, sweet bells of twilight chime, Though clouds across the sky have driven, And like the very light of heaven I trust thy love. Trust thou in mine! ΤΟ "Oh, by that little word THE star may but a meteor be, That breaks upon the stormy night; And I may err, believing thee A spark of heaven's own changeless light! But if on earth beams aught so fair, It seems, of all the lights that shine, Serenest in its truth, 'tis there, Burning in those soft eyes of thine. Yet long-watch'd stars from heaven have rush'd, And mine-my very heart have crush'd! It liv'd no more for love or pain! And to its dull, out-wearied ear, In tones it cannot choose but hear; And know, at ev'n thy lightest smile, Fail me not thou! This feeling past, Be not less fair than true of heart My loves are o'er ! The sun will shine Upon no grave so hush'd as this dark breast of mine. THE CONFESSIONAL. "When thou hast met with careless hearts and cold, Hearts that young love may touch, but never hold Not changeless, as the loved and left of oldRemember me-remember me I passionately pray of thee!" LADY E. S. WORTLEY. I THOUGHT of thee-I thought of thee, We furl'd before the coming gale, We slept amid the breathless calm, We flew beneath the straining sail- In France amid the gay saloon, Where eyes as dark as eyes may be Are many as the leaves in June— Where life is love, and ev'n the air Is pregnant with impassion'd thought, And song and dance and music are With one warm meaning only fraughtMy half-snar'd heart broke lightly free, And with a blush I thought of thee! I thought of thee-I thought of thee, In wonders of the deathless arts; Val d'Arno with song of old; Where clime and women seldom frown, I stray'd to lone Fiesolé On many an eve, and thought of thee. I thought of thee-I thought of thee, |