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By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
My dearest life, I love thee.

By that lip I long to taste;

By that zone encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe,
My dearest life, I love thee.

Maid of Athens! I am gone;

Think of me sweet! when alone.

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When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek, and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly, that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

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FORGET THEE.

"Forget thee?" If to dream by night, And muse on thee by day,

If all the worship deep and wild
A poet's heart can pay,

If

prayers in absence breathed for thee To Heaven's protecting power,

If wingéd thoughts that flit to thee,—
A thousand in an hour,
If busy Fancy blending thee
With all my future lot,-
If this thou call'st "forgetting,"
Thou, indeed, shall be forgot!

"Forget thee?" Bid the forest-birds
Forget their sweetest tune;
"Forget thee?" Bid the sea forget
To swell beneath the moon,

Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink

The eve's refreshing dew;

Thyself forget thine own

"dear land,"

And its "mountains wild and blue,"

Forget each old familiar face,

Each long-remembered spot,

When these things are forgot by thee, Then thou shalt be forgot!

Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace, Still calm and fancy-free,

FOREVER THINE.

For God forbid thy gladsome heart
Should grow less glad for me;
Yet, while that heart is still unwon,
Oh, bid not mine to rove,

But let it nurse its humble faith,
And uncomplaining love ;-

If these, preserved for patient years,
At last avail me not,

Forget me then; but ne'er believe
That thou canst be forgot!

JOHN MOULTRIE.

87

FOREVER THINE.

Forever thine, whate'er this heart betide;
Forever mine, where'er our lot be cast;
Fate, that may rob us of all wealth beside,
Shall leave us love-till life itself be past.

The world may wrong us, we will brave its hate; False friends may change, and falser hopes decline;

Though bowed by cankering cares, we'll smile at Fate,

Since thou art mine, beloved, and I am thine!

Forever thine, when circling years have spread

Time's snowy blossoms o'er thy placid brow;

When youth's rich glow, its "purple light," is

fled,

And lilies bloom where roses flourish now ;

Say, shall I love the fading beauty less

Whose spring-tide radiance has been wholly mine?

No,- -come what will, thy steadfast truth I'll bless,

In youth, in age-thine own, forever thine!

Forever thine, at evening's dewy hour,

When gentle hearts to tenderest thoughts incline;

When balmiest odors from each closing flower Are breathing round me,-thine, forever thine!

Forever thine! 'mid Fashion's heartless throng;

In courtly bowers, at Folly's gilded shrine ;Smiles on my cheek, light words upon my tongue,

My deep heart still is thine,-forever thine!

Forever thine, amid the boisterous crowd, Where the jest sparkles, with the sparkling wine;

I may not name thy gentle name aloud,

But drink to thee in thought,-forever thine!

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