INCONSTANCY.
BY J. R. DRAKE.
Yes! I swore to be true, I allow, And I meant it, but, some how or other, The seal of that amorous vow Was pressed on the lips of another.
Yet I did but as all would have done, For where is the being, dear cousin, Content with the beauties of one When he might have the range of a dozen?
Young Love is a changeable boy, And the gem of the sea-rock is like him, For he gives back the beams of his joy To each sunny eye that may strike him.
From a kiss of a zephyr and rose Love sprang in an exquisite hour, And fleeting and sweet, heaven knows, Is this child of a sigh and a flower.
THE CALLICOON IN AUTUMN.
BY A. B. STREET.