VIII And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief : "Though I love her-that, he comprehends"One should master one's passions, (love, in chief) "And be loyal to one's friends!" IX And she, she lies in my hand as tame X With no mind to eat it, that 's the worst! Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? 'T was quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI And I,-what I seem to my friend, you see; What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? XII 'T is an awkward thing to play with souls, XIII One likes to show the truth for the truth; But suppose she says,- Never mind that youth! XIV Well, any how, here the story stays, LOVE IN A LIFE. I ROOM after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her— As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew ; Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune II Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. LIFE IN A LOVE. ESCAPE me? Never Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, So the chace takes up one's life, that 's all. No sooner the old hope goes to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me Ever Removed! THE LABORATORY. ANCIEN RÉGIME. I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely, II He is with her, and they know that I know Where they are, what they do : they believe my tears flow While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear Empty church, to pray God in, for them !-I am here. III Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste, IV That in the mortar-you call it a gum? Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come! Sure to taste sweetly,—is that poison too? V Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures, VI Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live! But to light a pastile, and Elise with her head And her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead! VII Quick-is it finished? The colour 's too grim ! VIII What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me! IX For only last night, as they whispered, I brought Could I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fall X Not that I bid you spare her the pain; XI Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose; The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee! XII Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill, GOLD HAIR: A STORY OF PORNIC. I OH, the beautiful girl, too white, Who lived at Pornic down by the sea, And a boasted name in Brittany She bore, which I will not write. |