FAVORITE POEMS. LOVE. I. I BELIEVE, if I should die, And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie, And you upon my lifeless heart should tread- And throb again-warm, tender, true to thee. II. I believe, if in my grave, Hidden in woody deeps all by the waves, Your eyes should drop some warm tears of regret, From every salty seed of your dear grief Some fair, sweet blossom would leap into leaf, To prove that death could not make my love forget. III. I believe, if I should fade Into the realms where light is made, And you should long once more my face to see, (Strong as my life) so nobly placed to be, Fall, like a dead king, from its heights sublime, IV. I believe who has not loved Hath half the treasure of his life unproved, Is to the soul a sweet, immortal dew When life falls from us like a withered husk. LOVE AND AMBITION. LOVE AND AMBITION. "I love you, I love you," the fond wave sang, Of the lordly hill, where her wistful tears "I love you, I love you! Oh, lift me up Or bend, if you will, your face to mine, "Nay, nay, fair wave, yet ever be sure It toucheth me e'en as it toucheth the wind, 3 "The wind, the wind," said the murmuring wave, "The wind is not constant a day; It blows where it listeth, while I, O hill, "The wind and the sun and the rain," quoth he, "Are friends whom my verdure renews; But you, little wave, with your softest caress, "Ah, nothing" she sighed, "but to love and to lave Your feet with my kisses and tears; |