LXXXIII. When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, For I know there is dawn in the far, far north, Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads, And the icy founts run free, And the bergs begin to bow their heads, Oh, my lost love, and my own, own love, Is there never a chink in the world above And now thou wilt hear me no more-no more Thou didst set thy foot on the ship, and sail Thou wert sad, for thy love did nought avail, How could I tell I should love thee to-day, How could I know I should love thee away We shall walk no more thro' the sodden plain We shall stand no more by the seething main We shall part no more in the wind and the rain, But perhaps I shall meet thee and know thee again When the sea gives up her dead. Miss Ingelow. LXXXIV. O the wind and the rain they blow, love, And soon will be buried, 'neath winter's snow O the wind and the rain they blow, love, The last pale leaf from the dim hedgerow, O the wind and the rain they blow, love, O the wind and the rain will cease, love, Mrs. Steele. LXXXV. There is no one beside thee and no one above thee, And my words that would praise thee are impotent things, For none can express thee though all should approve thee, I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee. Say, what can I do for thee? weary thee, grieve thee? Mrs. Browning. LXXXVI. There's nothing half so sweet in Life Yet, O fair cousin, do not deem The terrace on your own dark hill, And summer sun and winter shower Of plighted vow, and treasured token, And words which only once are spoken, And prayers whose natural voice is song, And schemes that die in wild endeavour, And tears so pleasant, you will long Το weep such pleasant tears for ever: Believe it all, believe it all! Oh! Virtue's frown is all divine: And folly hides his happy thrall In snares as cold and false as mine; But when the soul has ceased to glow, W. M. Praed. LXXXVII. LOVE AND HOPE. At morn beside yon summer sea, But scarce had noon-tide come, when he 66 And left poor Hope behind. "I go," said Love, to sail awhile And then so sweet his parting smile, She lingered there till evening's beam And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream, At length a sail appears in sight, And tow'rd the maiden moves! "Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright, His golden bark reflects the light, But ah! it is not Love's. Another sail-'twas Friendship showed Now fast around the sea and shore Night threw her darkling chain; The sunny sails were seen no more, T. Moore. LXXXVIII. A DENIAL. We have met late-it is too late to meet, Death's forecome shroud is tangled round my feet, In this last jeopardy Can I approach thee, I, who cannot move? I love thee not. I dare not love thee! go If thou seek roses, seek them where they blow Can life and death agree, That thou should'st stoop thy song to my complaint? I cannot love thee. If the word is faint, Look in my face and see. I might have loved thee in some former days, As now they sink, at hearing thy love-praise. Had this been asked of me, To love thee with my whole strong heart and head,— I should have said still-yes, but smiled and said, Look in my face and see!' Meantime I bless thee. By these thoughts of mine I bless thee from all such! I bless thy lamp to oil, thy cup to wine, I love thee not, I love thee not!-away! Here's no more courage in my 'Look in my face and see.' Mrs. Browning. |