SELF-LOVE.
BY AUBREY DE VERE.
Light-winged Loves! they come; they flee:
If we were dead, they'd never miss us:
Self-Love! with thee is constancy—
Thine eyes could see but one, Narcissus.
MADAME AGNES.
FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES DUBOIS.
CONCLUDED.
BY AUBREY DE VERE.
Light-winged Loves! they come; they flee:
If we were dead, they'd never miss us:
Self-Love! with thee is constancy—
Thine eyes could see but one, Narcissus.
FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES DUBOIS.
CONCLUDED.