Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, If Colin's weel, and weel content, And will I hear him speak? There's little pleasure in the honse WILLIAM JAMES MICKLE. But while she missed from those sweet sounds The song of bee and bird and stream Nor could the bright green world around For still she missed the eyes that made ANNE C. LYNCH (MRS. BOTTA) COME TO ME, DEAREST. COME to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee, Daytime and night-time, I'm thinking about thee; Night-time and daytime, in dreams I behold thee; Unwelcome the waking which ceases to fold thee. Come to me, darling, my sorrows to lighten, Come in thy beauty to bless and to brighten; Come in thy womanhood, meekly and lowly, Come in thy lovingness, queenly and holy. Swallows will flit round the desolate ruin, ure, Are circling my heart with a promise of pleasure. O Spring of my spirit, O May of my bosom, Shine out on my soul, till it bourgeon and blos som; The waste of my life has a rose-root within it, And thy fondness alone to the sunshine can win it. Figure that moves like a song through the even; other; Smiles coming seldom, but childlike and simple, You have been glad when you knew I was gladdened; Dear, are you sad now to hear I am saddened? Our hearts ever answer in tune and in time, love, As octave to octave, and rhyme unto rhyme, love: I cannot weep but your tears will be flowing, You cannot smile but my cheek will be glowing; I would not die without you at my side, love, You will not linger when I shall have died, love. Come to me, dear, ere I die of my sorrow, With a song on your lip and a smile on your cheek, love. Come, for my heart in your absence is weary, Haste, for my spirit is sickened and dreary, Come to the arms which alone should caress thee, Come to the heart that is throbbing to press thee! JOSEPH BRENNAN. 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. PRESENCE IN ABSENCE. Our two souls, therefore, which are one, A breach, but an expansion, And though it in the centre sit, A Valediction forbidding Mourning. DR. DONNE DISAPPOINTMENT AND ESTRANGEMENT. SONNET. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; WITH how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the But saving a crown, he had naething else beside. skies, How silently, and with how wan a face! What may it be, that even in heavenly place SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. THE BANKS O' DOON. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, And I sae weary, fu' o' care? Thou 'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wistna o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; ROBERT BURNS. AULD ROBIN GRAY. To make the crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye a' I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ; at hame, When a' the weary world to sleep are gane, I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin. But I will do my best a gude wife aye to be, For Auld Robin Gray, he is kind to me. LADY ANNE BARNARD. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. FROM "MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM," ACT I. SC. 1. For aught that ever I could read, The course of true love never did run smooth: They build a wall between us twain, Your life's proud aim, your art's high truth, I used to dream in all these years But that is past. If you should stray ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN (Florence Percy). LINDA TO HAFED. FROM "THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS.' "How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Were wafted off to seas unknown, Where not a pulse should beat but ours, And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold, Where the bright eyes of angels only Should come around us, to behold A paradise so pure and lonely! Would this be world enough for thee?" Playful she turned, that he might see The passing smile her cheek put on; But when she marked how mournfully His eyes met hers, that smile was gone; And, bursting into heartfelt tears, "Yes, yes," she cried, "my hourly fears, My dreams, have boded all too right, We part forever part to-night! I knew, I knew it could not last, 'T was bright, 't was heavenly, but 't is past! O, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. To glad me with its soft black eye, |