'No more! no more! Thank Heaven, you live!' It was her voice the silence broke, And Maud looked up with a face surprised, As if from a pleasant dream awoke. I read no more. What need of the rest? She loved me! Faded the rosy West, Faded the bloom of the rippling bay; But night could not chill, nor the dark depress, 3 34. UNREQUITED. EW and low were the words I spoke, FEW Doubly brief was the cold reply; Yet in that one moment a man's heart broke, In a little moment of time, The bright hopes of a life all paled ; Failed! 'tis often a fatal word, Fraught with the spirit's pain; For to fail in some of the ventures of life Is never to try them again. If the fowler hang o'er the cliff, Upheld by a treacherous rope, Should the frail thing break, or the strong man blanch, So I set my hopes on a word, Launched a shell on a boisterous sea; And the waves up-rose, and my shell down-sank 35. UNREQUITED. A REPLY. HE passes by, with cold and heartless gaze, And I must brave it-aye, and smile bencath The casual look or word on me that fall, As snowflakes from a May-day wreath. And yet no word of mine shall ever break I see him yonder, basking in the smiles Of one whose radiant brow and artful ways Have all enthralled him. Doth she love as I?, No! with his heart she merely plays. Oh! I could bear it all, did I but know That love, true, faithful, lay within her heart; So he might never feel, as I have felt, Hope slowly, hour by hour, depart. Oh! masters of our hearts, ye little know What faith and love ye pass unheeded by ; Or leave for lighter words, or brighter smiles, Without a thought-without a sigh! 2 36. TIS THE HEART THAT GIVES VALUE TO WORDS. COMEBODY wrote me a sweet little note, Shall I here tell you what somebody wrote? Somebody walked with me, light was her tread Shall I here tell you what somebody said? fair: The sunlight has faded, the words have grown cold. Do you believe in the motto, or no? C'est, c'est le cœur qui fait valoir les mots. Somebody sang me a dear little song, Full of all tender, unspeakable things- They have flown off on the swiftest of wings; Shall I with censure link somebody's name For the note and the walk and the fly-away birds? She had no heart to give value to words. O 37. WOMAN. WOMAN! lovely woman! thou Shalt share in the bard's divinest vow; Without thy tear-thy approving smile, But the scene shall change, and the time shall be, 2 1 And yet shall it be that the hearts of guile That their wrongs to Heaven and thee would forgive. Frail woman! for thee was the earth accursed, Henry Scott Riddell. 38. THE BACHELOR'S DAY. HE bachelor's morning is weary and sad : His coffee is cold, and his shoes are not brush'd; He comforts himself for his sorrows by thinking, At dinner, at least, he'll have eating and drinking: He tugs at the bell-pull, by fury inspired, To lecture the landlady till he is tired; But she takes precious care to be out of the way, When she thinks that her lodger has something to say! |