Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope, I loved you, Evelyn, all the while; My heart seemed full as it could hold, There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, I will give you this leaf to keep, See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand. There, that is our secret! go to sleep; You will wake, and remember, and understand. MY STAR A LL that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue, Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird, — like a flower, hangs furled; They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it. LIFE IN A LOVE. R LOVE IN A LIFE. OOM after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her, Next time, herself! - not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,- Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune, Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. Spend my whole day in the quest, who cares? But 't is twilight, you see, with such suites to explore, While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear, It seems too much like a fate, indeed! 65 Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed, — But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And baffled, get up to begin again, So the chace takes up one's life, that's all. While, look but once from your furthest bound, At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope drops to ground Ever Removed! -- A MEMORABILIA. H, did you once see Shelley plain, And did you speak to him again? But you were living before that, And the memory I started at, My starting moves your laughter! I crossed a moor with a name of its own For there I picked up on the heather IN THREE DAYS. Τ AFTER. AKE the cloak from his face, and at first How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And, absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance, On his senses alike, - both strike And are lost in the solemn and strange Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? I would we were boys as of old In the field, by the fold, His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn - I stand here now, he lies in his place, — S% IN THREE DAYS. I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, 67 Too long, this time of year, the days! But nights- at least the nights are short. O loaded curls, release your store What great fear-should one say, "Three days That change the world, might change as well Your fortune; and if joy delays, Be happy that no worse befell." What small fear- if another says, "Three days and one short night beside But years must teem with change untried, This minute, it dies out in scorn. Fear? I shall see her in three days |