What fathom-depth of soul-struck widowhood, What long, what longer hours, one life-long night, Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed Your last hope lost, who so in vain invite Your lips to that their unforgotten good, Ere ye, ere ye again shall see the light! Alas! the bitter banks in willowwood, With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort burning red: Alas! if ever such a pillow could Steep deep the soul in sleep till she were dead,Better all life forget her than this thing, That willowwood should hold her wandering!" So sang he and as meeting rose and rose Together cling through the wind's wellaway, Nor change at once, yet near the end of day The leaves drop loosened where the heart-stain glows, So when the song died did the kiss unclose; And her face fell back drowned, and was as grey As its grey eyes; and if it ever may Meet mine again, I know not if Love knows. Pressed on my neck with moan of pity and grace, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. WHEN I BEHOLD. WHEN I behold thy bashful eyes The heart within me beats and throbs But when thine eyelids veil their light, My feverish pulses now are stilled, Then when the pale moon lights the sky, And swift-winged warblers homeward fly, Forth let us rove, Where the sweet hawthorn scents the air, And flowers of spring-time, sweet and fair, Emblems of love. My arm around thee, and thy heart All nature shall more beauteous seem, A. Gaskell. SERENADE FROM "WOMEN PLEASED." O FAIR Sweet face! O eyes celestial bright, Twin stars in Heaven, that now adorn the night; O fruitful lips where cherries ever grow, And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow; Cupid's most cunning net's made of that hair, To beauty sacred, and those angel-eyes. Beaumont and Fletcher. MUTE ELOQUENCE. THOU sheet unstained, what shall my hand indite For lack of words to speak the true heart's fulness, The eager fingers, trembling, lose the might To tell how noontide sunlight seems but dulness To eyes that look but for two others' light; And how the early warmth of coming Spring Is chill and bleak to hearts that seek to cling Each to the other! So, then, take thy flight, White dove, and with the waving of thy wings Speak to my love, and say, "As tendril clings To that is nearest, so thy love by right My love with firmest clasp should bind around, C |