LOVE UNSUNG.

Glide on, sweet purling stream,

And mingle with the sea;

Adown each glen thy waters gleam,

In merry dance and free.

Sing on, sweet bird; the blue expanse

Of heaven’s vault is thine;

O lap thy soul into a trance;

Pour forth thy song divine;

But I must not give forth my strain;

I love a maid, but love in vain.

The blithesome bird that haunts the vale

Will bear but half her grief;

She floats her sorrow on the gale,

And gives her soul relief;

The meanest floweret on the field

Basks in the noonday sun;

And every creature hath a rest,

When daily toil is done;

I to myself make bootless moan,

And bear my burden all alone.

A grief that links two hearts in bliss,

Is but a hidden treasure;

What’s but a thorn when singly borne,

When shared becomes a pleasure;

The finer feelings of the soul

Are known by mutual union;

Each spirit hath its counterpart,

With whom to hold communion;

But she is gone, and leaves with me

The rest of the unsleeping sea.

Æ. P.

Printed and Published by W. & R. Chambers, 47 Paternoster Row, London, and 339 High Street, Edinburgh.

[Transcriber’s note—the following changes have been made to this text.

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