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A BRIDAL SONG.
The golden gates of sleep unbar.!:..
Where strength and beauty met together, Kindle their įmage like a star
In a sea of glassy weather.
Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,-
On a pair so true. ; Let eyes not see their own delight; Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight
Fairies, sprites, and angels keep her!
Holy stars, permit no wrong!
Dawn,-ere it be long,
THERE late was One within whose subtle being,
That night the youth and lady mingled lay
Let none believe that God in mercy gave That stroke. The lady died not, nor grew wild, But year by year lived on-in truth I think Her gentleness and patience and sad smiles, And that she did not die, but lived to tend Her aged father, were a kind of madness, If madness 'tis to be unlike the world. For but to see her were to read the tale Woven by some subtlest bard, to make hard hearts Dissolve away in wisdom-working grief ;Her eyelashes were worn away with tears, Her lips and cheeks were like things dead --so pale ; Her hands were thin, and through their wandering veins And weak articulations might be seen Day's ruddy light. The tomb of thy dead self Which one vexed ghost inhabits, night and day, Is all, lost child, that now remains of thee !
66 Inheritor of more than earth can give,
ON A FADED VIOLET
The odour from the flower is gone,
Which like thy kisses breathed on me; The colour from the flower is flown,
Which glowed of thee, and only thee!
A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast, **** And mocks the heart which yet is warm
With cold and silent rest.
I weep--my tears revive it not !
I sigh-it breathes no more on me Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
LINES TO A CRITIC. HONEY from silk-worms who can gather,
Or silk from the yellow bee?
As soon as hate in me.
Hate men who cant, and men who pray,
And men who rail like thee : An equal passion to repay
They are not coy like me.
Or seek some slave of power and gold,
To be thy dear heart's mate;
Sooner than me, thy hate.
A passion like the one I prove
Cannot divided be;
How should I then hate thee ?