The balmiest of the month of June ! A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting Shines and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet

fountain.

O ever--ever be thou blest!

For dearly, Asra, love I thee !
This brooding warmth across my breast,

This depth of tranquil bliss—ah me!
Fount, tree and shed are gone, I know not whither,
But in one quiet room we three are still together.

The shadows dance upon the wall,

By the still dancing fire-flames made; And now they slumber, moveless all !

And now they melt to one deep shade ! But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee: I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I

feel thee!

Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play

'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow! But let me check this tender lay

Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!

FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE.

O Fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind!
As Eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping;
And.sweeter than the gentle south-west wind,
O’er willowy meads and shadow'd waters creeping,
And Ceres' golden fields ;—the sultry hind
Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping.

NAMES.

I ASKED my fair one happy day,
What I should call her in my lay;

By what sweet name from Rome or Greece ;
Lalage, Neæra, Chloris,
Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris,

Arethusa or Lucrece.

“ Ah!" replied my gentle fair,

Beloved, what are names but air?

Choose thou whatever suits the line ;
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage or Doris,

Only, only call me Thine.”

DESIRE.

Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure
It is the reflex of our earthly frame, [flame;
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE.

Her attachment may differ from yours in degree,

Provided they are both of one kind; But Friendship how tender so ever it be

Gives no accord to Love, however refin’d.

Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature

revealing, Grows asham'd of itself, and demurs : If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling,

You must lower down your state to hers.

NOT AT HOME.

That Jealousy may rule a mind

Where Love could never be
I know ; but ne'er expect to find

Love without Jealousy.

She has a strange cast in her ee,

A swart sour-visaged maid-
But yet Love's own twin-sister she

His house-mate and his shade.

Ask for her and she'll be denied :

What then? they only mean
Their mistress has lain down to sleep,

And can't just then be seen.

TO A LADY,

OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT

WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS.

Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave?

I said, you had no soul, 'tis true ! For what you are, you cannot have :

'Tis I, that have one since I first had you'

I HAVE heard of reasons manifold

Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold

His eyes are in his mind.

What outward form and feature are

He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair

He seeth with the heart.

LINES

SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS.

OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.

my

God appear,

No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope
Soon shall I now before
By him to be acquitted, as I hope ;
By him to be condemned, as I fear.-

REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.

Lynx amid moles ! had I stood by thy bed,
Be of good cheer, meek soul! I would have said:
I see a hope spring from that humble fear.
All are not strong alike through storms to steer
Right onward. What? though dread of threaten'd

death
And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath
Inconstant to the truth within thy heart?
That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice

didst start,

Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife,
Or not so vital as to claim thy life:
And myriads had reached Heaven, who never knew
Where lay the difference 'twixt the false and true!

Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own, Judge him who won them when he stood alone,