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MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING. But rather raised to be a nobler man,
And more divine in my humanity,
SHE is a winsome wee thing,
I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer,
And neist my heart I 'll wear her,
She is a winsome wee thing,
The warld's wrack we share o't,
As knowing that the waiting eyes which scan
And ask meek, calm-browed deeds, with it agree-
My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die; I THOUGHT our love at full, but I did err;
Whose numbering-clock is still thy gentle kiss,
We live and love, well knowing that there is
That sorrow in our happy world must be
Which each calm day doth strengthen more and Threads the void glooms of space without a fear,
That they who love are but one step from Heaven.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWEll.
ADAM TO EVE.
FROM "PARADISE LOST," BOOK IX.
I CANNOT think that thou shouldst pass away,
O FAIREST of creation, last and best
The strict forbiddance, how to violate
How can I live without thee, how forego
Why, that," she said, "is no reason. Love's
Will you vow to be safe from the headache on
"But I," he replied, "have promised another, when love was free,
“O, that,” she said, "is no reason! Such knots. If a man finds a woman too fair, he means
are quickly undone,
simply adapted too much
And too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but
To uses unlawful and fatal. The praise! - shall
"Yet farewell so," he answered;
stroke's fatal at times.
"Too fair? - not unless you misuse us! and surely if, once in a while,
I value your husband, Lord Walter, whose gallop You attain to it, straightway you call us no rings still from the limes."
longer too fair, but too vile.
I brushed you more close than the star does, when Walter had set me as high?
"O, that," she said, "is no reason. You smell
"A moment, I pray your attention !
If two should smell it, what matter? who grum- I must utter, though womanly custom would set bles, and where's the pretence?"
it down better unsaid.
"You grew, sir, pale to impertinence, once when I showed you a ring.
To love her alone, alone, who alone and afar loves You kissed my fan when I dropped it. No mat
ter! I've broken the thing.
"You did me the honor, perhaps, to be moved | And all stood back, and none my right denied, at my side now and then And forth we walked: the world was free and wide In the senses,
a vice, I have heard, which is Before us. Since that day common to beasts and some men.
"There! Look me full in the face! - in the
I was the crescent; thou
"And since, when all's said, you're too noble to
betray, and supplant,
"I determined to prove to yourself that, what- Not the sweet moon of bridal only One lustre, ever at the full, shall be:
e'er you might dream or avow
By illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me One pure and rounded light, one planet whole,
"You wronged me but then I considered .. there's Walter! And so at the end,
I vowed that he should not be mulcted, by me, in the hand of a friend.
God knew his chosen time.
He bade me slowly ripen to my prime,
'Drop his hand, you insult him. Avoid us for
You take us for harlots, I tell you, and not for Thou art become my blood, my life, my light : Thy blessing is: I have thee day and night:
the women we are.
God's mercy thou, and therefore shalt endure.
"Have I hurt you indeed? We are quits then. Nay, friend of my Walter, be mine! Come, Dora, my darling, my angel, and help me to ask him to dine."
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
I count my life: the Past is washed away.
"It was our wedding-day
A month ago," dear heart, I hear you say.
It was no dream, that vow :
It was the voice that woke me from a dream,
A happy dream, I think; but I am waking now,
The fleeting promise, chased so long in vain :