The fountains mingle with the river, Nothing in the world is single; See the mountains kiss high heaven, SHELLEY. PART V. Love, Sentiment, and Friendship. CHALCEDONY. AGES long since, upon the desert waste, The rock slow crumbling into sand, the gem remained. EMMA POMEROY GREENOUGH. WHEN WILL LOVE COME? SOME find Love late, some find him soon, Some with the nightingale in June, And some when skies are gray; Love comes to some with smiling eyes, And comes with tears to some; For some Love sings, for some Love sighs, How will you come to me, fair Love? Will you come late or soon? With sad or smiling skies above, By light of sun or moon? Will you be sad, will you be sweet, Or autumn ere you come? PAKENHAM BEATTY. A LOVE'S LIFE. 'T WAS springtime of the day and year; An August noon, an hour of bliss, And now this drear November eve, This year never, - and she blushed demurely; That would be too soon; He could wait a little, surely, Next year that's almost too hurried, Laughingly said she; For when once a girl is married, She no more is free. Sometime that is vague-long waiting Many a trouble brings; 'Twixt delaying and debating Never word of evil omen, 'Tis the hardest lot for women Next year early in the May-time, Looked she sweetly toward that gay time Never -fair with bridal flowers Ere those bright and radiant hours This year-hearts are bound by sorrow; Sometime -comes that golden morrow; LIGHT. THE night has a thousand eyes, Yet the light of the bright world dies The mind has a thousand eyes, Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON LOVE AND PITY. LOVE came a beggar to her gate, His rounded form in rags was clad, She wept to see the beggar weep, She kissed and bathed him with her tears. The merry eyes began to glow, The rosy hand essayed the bow, Love came a beggar to her gate, More wisely than with pomp and state; |