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We felt our pulses flutter,
We were too happy so.
No longing could torment us,
Let mine eyes the farewell speak, love,
Though my heavy heart may break, love,
Sad becomes in such an hour
Sweetest pledge and accents bland,
Othertimes a kiss was rapture,
Now no more of garlands any,
Pack clouds away, and welcome day,
To give my love good-morrow.
Notes from them all I'll borrow.
Wake from thy nest, robin-redbreast,
Give my fair love good-morrow.
HOW IT HAPPENS.
WHAT LOVE SAID.
Love said, "A beauty not of earth but heaven,
Still seek in thy beloved's glances bright; For love to man as his best strength is given,
A guiding star, not a false, wandering light,”
Love said, "In the sweet eyes where thou dost
Pure light, not flame, there shalt thou seek thy fate;
So a clear lamp to light thy path shall be,
Love said, "This blessing to thy life is given,
To draw thy heart from things of little worth; Wings shall it give, to lift thy heart to heaven, Not chains to hold it closer to the earth."
HOW IT HAPPENS.
Harsh voices said to her, "He loves thee not; He trifles with thee." Then she drooped her head,
And to her eyes the tears came thick and hot,
And yet in secret were those salt tears shed. Alas, that she believed that cruel word!
For when he came, her face was turned away;
And then with scorn, and pride his heart was
And with forced mirth he went his lonely way.
An angel ever whispered in her heart,
"Thy love is true; only reach forth thy hand!" And while in bitterness he stood apart,
The same sweet pleading must his heart withstand;
She loves thee well, she is thy destined bride; Speak but one tender word, the spell is
Day after day they met-O sinful pride!
The word, the fateful word, remained unspoken.
And so they parted. And for many days
Each mourned in secret. As a dying lamp, That lights some dim church with its fitful rays,
Then with a flash expires, in dusk and damp,— Even so their love grew fainter day by day; Flickered and flashed with many a dying
Until at last it faded quite away,
Yet sometimes would the pale moon's misty light
And of the blessing that they did not win;
Now lost forever, all that might have been.
A LOVER'S ECONOMY.
While writing verses for my love, I looked up from the paper,
And there she stood! I rose in haste, and over. turned the taper,
"How careless to put out the light!" she said, "It is surprising."
I answered, "that I quenched my lamp when saw the sun arising."
From the "Gulistan Saadi."
Before me careless lying,
Young Love his ware comes crying;
His pack of pains and pleasures,—
From out his pack of treasures.