And kiss away the starting tear which marred that beauteous face!
And now when absent, darling, my thoughts revert to thee,
Thine image is reflected here, true as reality,
And ever thus it will remain, in colors pure and bright,
As a meteor in the sky, love, amid the gloom of night.
EXCERPTS FROM THE POETS.
For would she of her gentilnesse,
Withouten more me ones kesse,