Enjoy the spring of Love and Youth,
To some good angel leave the rest;
For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year’s nest.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
ET MELLE ET FELLE.
WHAT hast thou done to me,
Girl, with the dream in thine eyes?
Brightened the sun to me,
Lightened the skies;
Made there be one to me,
One only sun to me
Not in the skies.
What hast thou done to me,
Girl, with the dream in thine eyes?
Darkened the sun to me,
Blackened the skies;
Made there be none to me,
Nor star nor sun to me,
Only black skies.
Love in a Mist.
A SONG OF LOVE.
IF in thine eyes
I saw that softer light
That in the skies
Doth herald spring’s delight,
Ah, love, how loud my heart should sing,
Ev’n as the blackbird to the spring!
If on thy cheek
I saw that warm hue play
That doth bespeak
The dawn of a new day,
Ah, love, how like the lark should rise
My soul in rapture to the skies!
If from thy mouth
I heard such whisper low
As from the South
Doth through the pine-woods blow,
How should my whole soul murmur through
With music, as the pine-woods do!
Love Lies Bleeding.
THE LONELY LANDSCAPE.
THE place again—
The wooded heights—the widening plain—
The whispering pines—the dry-leaved oaks, too young
To cast their dead dreams ere the new be sprung!