And her name, her sweet name, is the fair Clairinelle.
MAY'S VALENTINE.
MY UNSENTIMENTAL COUSIN:—
The moon was half bewildered by the vexing clouds
That did beset her in her path serene,
Veiling her beauty with their envious shrouds,
Hiding her glorious, most majestic mien.
There was a depth of silence in the night—
A mist of melancholy in the air—
And the capricious beams of Dian's light