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Thou who art welcomed and beloved by all?
Was thy existence then too fanciful For our life's common light, who are so dull?
Did thy bright gleam mysterious converse hold With our congenial souls? secrets too bold?
Well, we are safe and strong; for now we sit
Beside a hearth where no dim shadows flit; Where nothing cheers nor saddens, but a fire
Warms feet and hands, nor does to more aspire;
By whose compact, utilitarian heap, The present may sit down and go to sleep,
Nor fear the ghosts who from the dim past walked,
And with us by the unequal light of the old wood-fire talked. E. S. H.
"He that's for heaven itself unfit, Let him not hope to merit me."
And though her charms are a strong law
Compelling all men to admire, They are so clad with lovely awe,
None but the noble dares desire.
He who would seek to make her his, Will comprehend that souls of
Own sweet repulsion, and that 'tis The quality of their embrace
To be like the majestic reach
Of coupled suns, that, from afar, Mingle their mutual spheres, while each
Circles the twin obsequious star:
And in the warmth of hand to hand, Of heart to heart, he'll vow to note And reverently understand
How the two spirits shine remote;
And ne'er to numb fine honor's nerve, Nor let sweet awe in passion melt, Nor fail by courtesies to observe
The space which makes attraction felt;
Nor cease to guard like life the sense Which tells him that the embrace of love
Is o'er a gulf of difference
IT happed that I came on a day
That was like none of the rout,
Than any other planet in Heaven,
Than with another to be well.
I saw her dance so comely,