THE WAKEFUL HEART.

'READ lightly, love, when over my head,
Beneath the daisies lying,
And tenderly press the grassy bed
Where the fallen rose lies dying.

Dreamless I sleep in the quiet ground,
Save when, your foot-fall hearing,
My heart awakes to the old-loved sound
And beats to the step that's nearing.

Bright shone the moon, last eve, when you came-
Still dust for dust hath feeling-

The willow-roots whispered low the name

Of him who weeps while kneeling.

The lily-cup holds the falling tears,
The tears you shed above me ;

And I know through all these silent years
There's some one still to love me.

Oh, softly sigh; for I hear the sound
And grieve me o'er your sorrow :
But leave a kiss in the myrtle mound-
I'll give it back to-morrow.

Whisper me, love, as in moments fled,

While I dream your hand mine taketh;

For the stone speaks false that says, "She's dead;" "I sleep, but my heart awaketh.”

DENNAR Stewart.

MINNIE ADAIR.

I thought her so pretty and called her my own,

As the rich sunlight played in and out of her curls,

As her little white feet 'mid the violets shone, And her clear laughter rippled through rubies and pearls.

Through June's golden mazes

Of pansies and daisies

We wandered and warbled our songs on the air; O, the birds, a whole tree full,

Were never more gleeful

Than I and my sweet little Minnie Adair !

They come now and tell me that you're to be wed,
That rank has encircled your brow with its rays,
But when in your beautiful palace you tread,
With many to flatter you, many to praise,

Shall June's golden mazes

Of pansies and daisies,

And the bare-footed playmate who thought you so fair

Who wept at your sadness,

And shared in your gladness

Be lost in their splendor, O Minnie Adair?

LYMAN GOODMAN,

SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME.

'HOUGH, when other maids stand by,
I may deign thee no reply,
Turn not then away, and sigh--
Smile and never heed me!

If our love indeed, be such,

As must thrill at every touch,
Why should others learn as much?—
Smile, and never heed me!

Even if, with maiden pride,
I should bid thee quit my side,
Take this lesson for thy guide-

Smile, and never heed me!
But when stars and twilight meet,
And the dew is falling sweet,
And thou hear'st my coming feet-
Then-thou then-mayst heed me!
CHARLES SWAIN.

OH! TELL ME NOT OF LOFTY FATE.

H! tell me not of lofty fate,

Of glory's deathless name;
The bosom love leaves desolate
Has naught to do with fame.

Vainly philosophy would soar-
Love's height it may not reach;
The heart soon learns a sweeter lore
Than ever sage could teach.

Man's sterner nature turns away

To seek ambition's goal!

Wealth's glittering gifts, and pleasure's ray, May charm his weary soul;

But woman knows one only dream

That broken, all is o'er;

For on life's dark and sluggish stream
Hope's sunbeam rests no more.

SOMEBODY.

EMMA C. EMBURY.

OMEBODY'S courting somebody,

Somewhere or other to night; Somebody's whispering to somebody, Somebody's listening to somebody,

Under this clear moonlight.

Near the bright river's flow,
Running so still and slow,
Talking so soft and low,
She sits with somebody.
Pacing the ocean's shore,
Edged by the foaming roar,
Words never used before

Sound sweet to somebody.
Under the maple tree,

Deep though the shadow be,
Plain enough they can see,
Bright eyes has somebody.

No one sits up to wait,
Though she is out so late,
All know she's at the gate,
Talking with somebody.

Tiptoe to parlor door;
Two shadows on the floor!
Moonlight, reveal no more-

Susy and somebody.

Two, sitting side by side,
Float with the ebbing tide,
"Thus, dearest, may we glide
Through life," says somebody.

Somewhere, somebody
Makes love to somebody,
To-night.

THOUGH LOST TO SIGHT TO MEMORY DEAR.

'WEETHEART, good bye! That flut'ring sail
Is spread to waft me far from thee;
And soon, before the farth'ring gale
My ship shall bound upon the sea.
Perchance, all des'late and forlorn,
These eyes shall miss thee many a year;
But unforgotten every charm—

Though lost to sight, to memory dear.

Sweetheart, good bye! one last embrace!
Oh, cruel fate, two souls to sever!

Yet in this heart's most sacred place

Thou, thou alone, shalt dwell forever; And still shall recollection trace,

In fancy's mirror, ever near,

Each smile, each tear, that form, that face — Though lost to sight, to memory dear. THOMAS Mcore.

EVENING SONG.

OOK off, dear Love, across the saliow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands-
Ah! longer, longer we.

Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine,
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done.
Love, lay thine hand in mine.

Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands;
O night! divorce our sun and sky apart—

Never our lips, our hands.

SIDNEY LANIER.

A MAIDEN'S IDEAL OF A HUSBAND.

ENTEEL in personage,

Conduct and equipage,
Noble by heritage,

Generous and free:

Brave, not romantic;
Learned, not pedantic;
Frolic, not frantic ;

This must he be.

Honor maintaining,
Meanness disdaining,
Still entertaining,

Engaging and new.
Neat, but not finical;
Sage, but not cynical;
Never tyrannical,

But ever true.

HENRY CARE

NEW LOVELINESS.

E stars that look at me to-night,

How beautiful you seem!
For I have found my spirit's light,
The seraph of my dream.
Oh! never half so bright before
Have I beheld you shine,
For heaven itself looks lovelier,
To lover's eyes like mine!
Alas! I fear when midnight waits
To catch my voice, in vain
The list'ners at your golden gates
Will hear some other twain,
Whose hearts like ours, in melody,
Will sadly throb and sigh,

To see how calmly you behold
E'en lovers kiss, and-die!

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ALFRED TENNYSON.

TO A SISTER.

ES, dear one, to the envied train
Of those around thy homage pay;
But wilt thou never kindly deign

To think of him that's far away?
Thy form, thine eye, thine angel smile,
For many years I may not see;
But wilt thou not sometimes the while,
My sister dear, remember me?
But not in fashion's brilliant hall,
Surrounded by the gay and fair.
And thou the fairest of them all-

O, think not, think not of me there.
But when the thoughtless crowd is gone,
And hushed the voice of senseless glee,
And all is silent, still and lone,

And thou art sad, remember me.

Remember me—but, loveliest. ne'a
When, in his orbit fair and high,
The morning's glowing charioteer
Rides proudly up the blushing sky i
But when the waning moonbeam
At moonlight on that lonely lɛa,
And nature's pensive spirit weeps
In all her dews, remember me.
Remember me--but choose not, dear
The hour when, on the gentle lake,
The sportive wavelets, blue and clear,
Soft rippling, to the margin break;
But when the deaf'ning billows foam
In madness o'er the pathless sea,
Then let thy pilgrim fancy roam
Across them, and remember me.
Remember me-but not to join

If haply some thy friends should praix :
'Tis far too dear, that voice of thit.c
To echo what the stranger says.
They know us not—but shouldst thou mee
Some faithful friend of me and thee,
Softly, sometimes, to him repeat
My name, and then remember me.
Remember me-not, I entreat,

In scenes of festal week-day joy, For then it were not kind or meet,

Thy thought thy pleasure should alloy,

But on the sacred, solemn day,

And, dearest, on thy bended knee,

When thou for those thou lovs't dost pray,

Sweet spirit, then remember me.

EDWARD EVERETT

THE RING'S MOTTO.

LOVER gave the wedding-ring

Into a goldsmith's hand.

"Grave me," he said, “a tender thought

Within the golden band.”

The goldsmith graved
With careful art-

"Till death us part."

The wedding-bells rang gladly out.
The husband said, "O wife,
Together we shall share the grief,
The happiness of life.

I give to thee

My hand, and heart,
Till death us part."

'Twas she that lifted now his hand, (O love, that this should be!) Then on it placed the golden band And whispered tenderly;

"Till death us join,
Lo, thou art mine

And I am thine!

&

LADY BARBARA.

ARL GAWAIN wooed the Lady Barbara,
High-thoughted Barbara, so white and cold!
'Mg broad-branched beeches in the summer
shaw,

In soft green light his passion he has told.

When rain beat winds did shriek across the wold,
The Farl to take her fair reluctant ear
Fred passion-trembled ditties manifold;
Silent she sat his amorous breath to hear,

With calm and steady eyes; her heart was otherwhere.

He sighed for her through the summer weeks;
Sitting beneath a tree whose fruitful boughs
Bore glorious apples with smooth, shining cheeks,
Earl Gawain came and whispered, "Lady, rouse!
Thou art no vestal held in holy vows;

Out with our falcons to the pleasant heath."
Her father's blood leapt up into her brows—
He who, exulting on the trumpet's breath,

Came charging like a star across the lists of death,

Trembled, and passed before her high rebuke:
And then she sat, her hands clasped round her knee:
Like one far-thoughted was the lady's look,

For in a morning cold as misery

She saw a lone ship sailing on the sea;
Before the north 't was driven like a cloud;

High on the poop a man sat mournfully:
The wind was whistling through mast and shroud,
And to the whistling wind thus did he sing aloud :—

"Didst look last night upon my native vales,

Thou Sun! that from the drenching sea hast clomb?
Ye demon winds! that glut my gaping sails,
Upon the salt sea must I ever roam,
Wander forever on the barren foam?

O, happy are ye, resting mariners!

And dragged me forth, and round did dance and leap; They mouthed on me in dream, and tore me from sweet sleep.

'Strange constellations burned above my head,
Strange birds around the vessel shrieked and flew,
Strange shapes, like shadows, through the clear sea fled,
As our lone ship, wide-winged, came rippling through,
Angering to foam the smooth and sleeping blue."
The lady sighed, "Far, far upon the sea,
My own Sir Arthur, could I die with you!
The wind blows shrill between my love and me."
Fond heart! the space between was but the apple-tree.

There was a cry of joy; with seeking hands
She fled to him, like worn bird to her nest;
Like washing water on the figured sands,
His being came and went in sweet unrest,
As from the mighty shelter of his breast
The Lady Barbara her head uprears
With a wan smile, "Methinks I'm but half blest:
Now when I've found thee, after weary years,

I cannot see thee, love! so blind I am with tears."
ALEXANDER SMITH.

years.

"Ye winds! when like a curse ye drove us on,
Frothing the waters, and along our way,

Nor cape nor headland through red mornings shone,
One wept aloud, one shuddered down to pray,
One howled, 'Upon the deep we are astray.'
On our wild hearts his words fell like a blight,

In one short hour my hair was stricken gray,
For all the crew sank ghastly in my sight,

And we went driving on through the cold, starry night.

"Madness fell on me in my loneliness,
The sea foamed curses, and the reeling sky
Became a dreadful face which did oppress
Me with the weight of its unwinking eye.
It fled, when I burst forth into a cry-

A shoal of fiends came on me from the deep;

I hid, but in all corners they did pry,

Too fair for one to look on and be glad,
Who scarcely yet has thirty summers had
If he must still behold her from afar ;
Too fair to let the world live free from war.

She seemed all earthly matters to forget; Of all tormenting lines her face was clear, Her wide gray eyes upon the goal were set, Calm and unmoved as though no soul were near: But her foe trembled as a man in fear,

Nor from her loveliness one moment turned

His anxious face with fierce desire that burned.

Now through the hush there broke the trumpet's clang,

Just as the setting sun made eventide.

Then from light feet a spurt of dust there sprang,

And swiftly were they running side by side;

But silent did the thronging folk abide
Until the turning-post was reached at last,

And round about it still abreast they passed.