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That she was softly bending down to kiss
Her babe, that something more than babe did
A floating presence of its darling father,
Across my chest there lay a weight so warm,
THE FIRST KISS.
How delicious is the winning
Yet remember, 'midst your wooing,
Love he comes, and Love he tarries,
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. 145
Bind the sea to slumber stilly,
Love's a fire that needs renewal
Love's wing moults when caged and cap
Only free he soars enraptured.
Can you keep the bee from ranging,
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
Thou hast called me thy Angel in moments of bliss,
And thy Angel I'll be through the honors of this,
Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue,
And shield thee, and save thee,—or perish there too! THOMAS MOORE.
Why did she love him? Curious fool, be still! Is human love the growth of human will?
IF YOU BE A NUN.
If you be a Nun, Dear,
In any cell you run, Dear,
Pray look behind for me.
If you become a Nun, Dear,
The Cupids, every one, Dear,
The incense will go sighing;
The water turn to wine; What! you go take the vows, my Dear? You may, but they'll be mine.
Withdraw not yet those lips and fingers
And death seems in the word-Farewell.
The time I've lost in wooing,
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.
PASSAGES FROM "DON JUAN.”
"Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
"Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the
Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange, Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,
And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
"You will proceed in pleasure, and in pride, Beloved and loving many; all is o'er
For me on earth, except some years to hide
My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's core ! These I could bear, but cannot cast aside
The passion which still rages as before,And so farewell-forgive me, love me-No. That word is idle now-but let it go."
They looked up to the sky, whose floating glow Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright; They gazed upon the glittering sea below,
Whence the broad moon rose circling into sight;
They heard the waves' splash, and the wind so low,
And saw each other's dark eyes darting light