This last cup I pledge to thee!—
By mine ashes if she pass,
"He consumed," she'll say, "for me."
1815. ——- THE LOVING ONE SPEAKS.
AND wherefore sends not
The horseman-captain
His heralds hither
Each day, unfailing?
Yet hath he horses,
He writes well.
He waiteth Tali,
And Neski knows he
To write with beauty
On silken tablets.
I'd deem him present,
Had I his words.
The sick One will not,
Will not recover
From her sweet sorrow;
She, when she heareth
That her true lover
Grows well, falls sick.
1819.* ——- THE LOVING ONE AGAIN.
WRITES he in Neski,
Faithfully speaks he;
Writes he in Tali,
Joy to give, seeks he:
Writes he in either,
Good!—for he loves!
1819.* ——- THESE tufted branches fair