Still linger'd the thought—and he called it—hope!
LOVE'S KERCHIEF.
(For the Mirror.)
It was a custom in my time to look through a handkerchief at the new year's moon, and as many moons as ye saw (multiplied by the handkerchief,) so many years would ye be before ye were wed.
When sunset and moon-rise
Chill and burn at once on the earth—
When love-tears and love-sighs
Tickle up boisterous mirth—