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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
O ever--ever be thou blest!
For dearly, Asra, love I thee !
This depth of tranquil bliss—ah me!
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
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!
I ASKED my fair one happy day,
By what sweet name from Rome or Greece ;
Arethusa or Lucrece.
“ Ah!" replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou whatever suits the line ;
Only, only call me Thine.”
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure
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
Love without Jealousy.
She has a strange cast in her ee,
A swart sour-visaged maid-
His house-mate and his shade.
Ask for her and she'll be denied :
What then? they only mean
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;
He seeth with the heart.
SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS.
OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope
REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.
Lynx amid moles ! had I stood by thy bed,
Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife,
Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own, Judge him who won them when he stood alone,