Een so- but why the tale reveal

Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew, to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged?

At dead of night their sails were filled,
And onward each rejoicing steered ;
Ah' neither blame, for neither willed
Or wist what first with dawn appeared.

To veer, how vain! On, onward strain,
Brave barks!-in light, in darkness too!
Through winds and tides one compass guides:
To that and your own selves be true.

But O blithe breeze! and O great seas! Though ne'er that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again,

Together lead them home at last.

One port, methought, alike they sought,
One purpose hold where'er they fare;
O bounding breeze, O rushing seas,
At last, at last, unite them there.

ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.

AE FOND KISS BEFORE WE PART.
AE fond kiss and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas! forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me; nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy -
Naething could resist my Nancy :
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.

O MY Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I :

And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve ! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

ROBERT BURNS.

THE KISS, DEAR MAID.

THE kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left
Shall never part from mine,

Till happier hours restore the gift
Untainted back to thine.

Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see:

The tear that from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me.

I ask no pledge to make me blest
In gazing when alone;
Nor one memorial for a breast
Whose thoughts are all thine own.

Nor need I write to tell the tale
My pen were doubly weak:
O, what can idle words avail,
Unless the heart could speak?

THE HEATH THIS NIGHT MUST BE

MY BED.

SONG OF THE YOUNG HIGHLANDER SUMMONED FROM THE SIDE OF HIS BRIDE BY THE FIERY

CROSS" OF RODERICK DHU.

THE heath this night must be my bed,
The bracken curtain for my head,
My lullaby the warder's tread,

Far, far from love and thee, Mary;
To-morrow eve, more stilly laid
My couch may be my bloody plaid,
My vesper song, thy wail, sweet maid!
It will not waken me, Mary!

I may not, dare not, fancy now
The grief that clouds thy lovely brow,

My life, I love thee.

I dare not think upon thy vow,

And all it promised me, Mary.
No ford regret must Norman know;
When bursts Clan-Alpine on the foe,
His heart must be like bended bow,
His foot like arrow free, Mary.

A time will come with feeling fraught!
For, if I fall in battle fought,
Thy hapless lover's dying thought

Shall be a thought on thee, Mary.
And if returned from conquered foes,
How blithely will the evening close,
How sweet the linnet sing repose,
To my young bride and me, Mary!

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

TO LUCASTA,

ON GOING TO THE WARS.

TELL me not, sweet, I am unkinde,
That from the nunnerie

Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde,
To warre and armes I flee.

True, a new mistresse now I chase, -
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith imbrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such

As you, too, should adore;

I could not love thee, deare, so much, Loved I not honor more.

RICHARD LOVELACE.

BLACK-EYED SUSAN.

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When black eyed Susan came aboard;

"O, where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If my sweet William sails among the crew."

William, who high upon the yard

Rocked with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard

He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high poised in air,

Shuts close his pinions to his breast If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest :The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.

"O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,

My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ;

We only part to meet again.

Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.

"Believe not what the landmen say

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors, when away,

In every port a mistress find:

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,

Thy skin is ivory so white.

Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

"Though battle call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn;
Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms
William shall to his dear return.

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye."

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,

The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard;

They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; "Adieu!" she cries; and waved her lily hand.

JOHN GAY.