Her rippling waves of golden hair In one great coil were tightly twisted; But locks would break it, here and there, And curl about where'er they listed. And then her sleeve came down, and I We're to be married, Ned, next month; Are the most miserable devils! ANONYMOUS. POSSESSION. A POET loved a Star, And to it whispered nightly, 66 Being so fair, why art thou, love, so far? Or why so coldly shine, who shinest so brightly? O Beauty wooed and unpossest! O, might I to this beating breast But clasp thee once, and then die blest!" So wildly warm, made human; And leaving, for his sake, her heaven above, "Thou who hast wooed and hast possest, OWEN MEREDITH (LORD LYTTON). Home, home, There's no neer met with elsewhere! sweet, sweet home! place like home! there's no place like home ! John Stoward Fayne. / POEMS OF HOME. LOVE. THERE are who say the lover's heart O, never by love's own warm art MARRIAGE. No!-hearts that love hath crowned or crossed Love fondly knits together; But not a thought or hue is lost That made a part of either. It is an ill-told tale that tells Of "hearts by love made one": He grows who near another's dwells More conscious of his own; In each spring up new thoughts and powers Such fictions blink love's better part, Love's life is in its own replies, To each low beat it beats, Smiles back the smiles, sighs back the sighs, And every throb repeats. Then, since one loving heart still throws Two shadows in love's sun, How should two loving hearts compose THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY, And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie, Then foul fa' the hands that wad loose sic bands, But the finger o' Him abuve. I wad lap me up rich i' the faulds o' luve, Her white arm wad be a pillow for me, Fu' safter than the down; And Luve wad winnow owre us his kind, kind THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD, MY JEANIE. THOU hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, MAKE me no vows of constancy, dear friend, If thou canst love another, be it so; I would not reach out of my quiet grave |