THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.' THE sea hath its pearls, The heaven hath its stars; But my heart, my heart, My heart hath its love. Great are the sea and the heaven; Thou little, youthful maiden, Come unto my great heart; My heart and the sea, and the heaven Are melting away with love. From the German of HEINE. 'WHEN STARS ARE IN THE QUIET SKIES.' I. WHEN stars are in the quiet skies, As stars look on the sea. For thoughts, like waves that glide by night, Are stillest when they shine, Mine earthly love lies hush'd in light Beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men, When coarser souls are wrapped in sleep – Sweet spirit, meet me then. There is an hour when holy dreams Through slumber fairest glide, And in that mystic hour it seems Thou shouldst be by my side. III. The thoughts of thee too sacred are As stars look on the sea. E. L. BULWer. 'BY THE MARGENT OF THE SEA.' By the margent of the sea I would rear myself a home; On the edges of their foam. My grasses should be ocean-weeds, Strung with pulpy beads; And my blossoms should be shells, Washed from ocean's deepest cells By the billows, morn and night. Morn and night-in both their light, Up and down the paven sand I would tramp, while Day's great lamp From my window, when I rose In the morning, I would mark The gray sea in its endless throes, And many a bark ! Brooding o'er the pallid sails, That are naught to me and mine, Waves might break along the shore, Not for me, that hear aghast, Which, in youth, went down with me! What cares any one in pain? Are not tears still wrung from me? Woe is me! and all in vain; Falling faster than the rain, In the sea! But they would be over then, Up and down the barren beaches; In along the curving reaches; Out along the horns of sand; Over the ledges of the rocks, |