SONG. SHE is not fair to outward view Her loveliness I never knew Until she smil'd on me; Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, But now her looks are coy and cold, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are fairer far, Than smiles of other maidens are. EPITAPH. ON A MOTHER AND THREE INFANTS. FROM God they came, to God they went again; No sin they knew, and knew but little pain: And here they lie, by their fond mother's side, Who lived to love and lose them, then she died. VOL. I. F LEONARD AND SUSAN. THEY were a gentle pair, whose love began They knew not when-they knew not of a time When they loved not. In the mere sentient life Of unremember'd infancy, whose speech, Like secret love's, is only smiles and tears, The baby Leonard clapp'd his little hands, Leapt in his nurse's arms, and crow'd aloud When Susan was in sight, and utter'd sounds Most strange and strangely sweet, that nothing meant But merely joy, as in the green-wood tree The merry merle awakes his thrilling song, Soon as the cool breath of the vernal dawn Stirs the light leaflets on the motionless boughs. On glassy lake, the gentle Susan lay, Hush'd in her meek delight. A dimpled smile Her infant soul investing, as the bud Born in one week, and in one font baptized On the same festal day-they grew together, And their first tottering steps were hand in hand, While the two fathers, in half-earnest sport, Betroth'd them to each other. Then 'twas sweet For mother's ears, to hear them lisp and try Sat, glad though fearful, on the courser's rear, That palfrey suits of wandering lady fair? Bold were his looks, his speech was bold and shrill, His smooth round cheeks glow'd with a ruddy brown, And dark the curls that cluster'd o'er his head, Knotty and close. In every pliant limb A noble boy's ambitious manliness Elastic sprung. Yet child more loving, fond, Ne'er sought the refuge of a parent's side. But Susan was not one of many words, Nor loud of laughter; and she moved as soft And yet, in sooth, she was a happy child; She thought no sister loved a brother more No dog-no bird-no fit of childish wrath, He duly in the morning told to her, With comments manifold; and when seven years Made him a student of learn'd Lilly's page, Which the old Romans used to woo withal. So pass'd those happy seasons, when no law And, like two sexless bees, from flower to flower, Sore wonder'd Leonard at her mien constrain'd, Close as the soft leaves of the rose unblown? Why shrinks she from his kiss, his watchful gaze, |