Taking some spark to glad the hearth, or light
The student lamp, from now neglected fires,—
And one sad memory in the sons requite
What—I forgive the sires.
THE LOYALTY OF LOVE.
I love thee, I love thee;
In vain I endeavour
To fly from thine image;
It haunts me for ever.
All things that rejoiced me
Now weary and pall;
I feel in thine absence
Bereft of mine all.
My heart is the dial;
Thy looks are the sun;
I count but the moments
Thou shinest upon.
Oh, royal, believe me,
It is to control
Two mighty dominions,
The Heart and the Soul.
To know that thy whisper
Each pang can beguile;
And feel that creation
Is lit by thy smile.
Yet every dominion
Needs care to retain—
Dost thou know when thou pain'st me
Or smile at the pain?
Alas! the heart-sickness,
The doubt and the dread,
When some word that we pine for
Cold lips have not said!