the eye as the window of the heart, into which true love looks to see the image of his soul :— Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends the answer there. This poet of Nature and Nature's God; of Time, whose rolled pandect he peereth into, and of all eternities and eternals, has given a few words descriptive of the poet's eye. That highly quickened and rapturous sight can only yield delight to the intellectual and spiritual :— The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, : Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing, A local habitation and a name. for we May we make one more quotation for the young, would assure the young they may trust true love; it will ennoble, purify, and set up idealities in the soul, which will elevate the mind. It will attract from low and unworthy purposes, and give life and zest to the purest parts of our nature. The mean, selfish, and sensual will not understand this : But love first learned in a lady's eye, This magician, in the Winter's Tale, observes .- I think so too, for never gazed the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, In his Romeo and Juliet, he compares the spheres of sight to stars. He is right, for woman's eye enlivens, encourages, and solaces, when rugged anxieties surround man :— Her eye discourses, I will answer it, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; That birds would sing, and think it was not night. Byron says, the eye is made bright by sleep, and we may quote The crowd are gone, the revellers at rest; O'er each vain eye oblivion's pinions wave, And quenched existence couches in a grave. Where weakness, strength, vice, virtue sink supine, |