LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. So while away from that arbor forsaken, The maiden is wandering, still let her be As true as the lute, that no sighing can waken, And blooming forever, unchanged as the tree! THOMAS Moore. 17 Too Near. So close we are, and yet so far apart, So close, I feel your breath upon my cheek; To see my whole life standing bare and bleak; So while I live I walk upon the verge Of an impassable and changeless sea, Which more than death divides me, love, from thee: The mournful beating of its leaden surge Is all the music now that I shall hear; O love, thou art too far and yet too near ! PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON. Love at First Sight. HE racing river leaped and sang TH Full blithely in the perfect weather, This rains out light from every part, But in the hollow of my heart, There ached a place that wanted filling. Before the road and river meet, And stepping-stones are wet and glisten, I heard the chanting waters flow, The cushat's note, the bee's low humming, Then turned the hedge, and did not know— How could I? that my time was coming. A girl upon the highest stone, Half doubtful of the deed, was standing, She knew not any need of me, Yet me she wanted all unweeting; I waded out, her eyes I met, I wished the moments had been hours; I took her in my arms and set Her dainty feet among the flowers. Her fellow-maids in copse and lane, Ah! still, methinks, I hear them calling; The wind's soft whisper in the plain, That cushat's coo, the water's falling. But now it is a year ago, And now possession crowns endeavor; I took her in my heart to grow And fill the hollow place forever. JEAN INGELOW. BETROTHED ANEW. 19 The Song of Fatima. OH, sad are they who know not love, But, far from passion's tears and smiles, And sadder they whose longing lips But clear as amber, sweet as musk, THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. Betrothed Anew. HE sunlight fills the trembling air, THE And balmy days their guerdons bring; The Earth again is young and fair, And amorous with musky spring. The golden nurslings of the May Mark how the rippled currents flow; Who told us that the years had fled, We know the whisper was not truth. The birds that break from grass and grove When first our veins were rich with love, O fresh-lit dawn! immortal life! O Earth's betrothal, sweet and true, Then, darling, walk with me this morn; Of floral fays shall make you queen. What though there comes a time of pain When autumn winds forebode decay? The days of love are born again; And never seemed the land so fair As now, nor birds such notes to sing, Since first within your shining hair I wove the blossoms of the spring. EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. L Song. OVE still has something of the sea, No time his slaves from doubt can free, Nor give their thoughts repose. 21 22 A MATCH. They are becalmed in clearest days, One while they seem to touch the port, Then straight into the main Some angry wind, in cruel sport, The vessel drives again. At first Disdain and Pride they fear, By such degrees to joy they come, 'T is cruel to prolong a pain; An hundred thousand oaths your fears, I could not deeper love. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. A Match. F love were what the rose is, IF And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together, |