PART V.

Love, Sentiment, and Friendship.

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single ;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle-
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea,
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

SHELLEY

PART V.

Love, Sentiment, and Friendship.

CHALCEDONY.

AGES long since, upon the desert waste,
Within the hollow rock a gem was formed;

Liquid at first, it hardened age by age,

The rock slow crumbling into sand, the gem remained.

Nourished within my heart, intensest love
Of one fine nature, earnest, simple, rare —
Grew crystalline, and evermore shall live,
Outlasting that poor home wherein it grew.

EMMA POMEROY GREENOUGH

WHEN WILL LOVE COME?

SOME find Love late, some find him soon,
Some with the rose in May,

Some with the nightingale in June,
And some when skies are gray;

Love comes to some with smiling eyes,

And comes with tears to some;

For some Love sings, for some Love sighs,
For some Love's lips are dumb.

How will you come to me, fair Love?

Will you come late or soon?

With sad or smiling skies above,

By light of sun or moon?

Will you be sad, will you be sweet,
Sing, sigh, Love, or be dumb?
Will it be summer when we meet,

Or autumn ere you come?

PAKENHAM BEATTY

A LOVE'S LIFE.

'T WAS springtime of the day and year;
Clouds of white fragrance hid the thorn.
My heart unto her heart drew near,
And ere the dew had fled the morn,
Sweet Love was born.

An August noon, an hour of bliss,
That stands amid my hours alone,
A word, a look, then-ah, that kiss!
Joy's veil was rent, her secret known:
Love was full-grown.

And now this drear November eve,
What has to-day seen done, heard said?
It boots not; who has tears to grieve
For that last leaf yon tree has shed,
Or for Love dead?

Chambers's Journal.

Next year that's almost too hurried,
Laughingly said she ;

For when once a girl is married,

She no more is free.

that is vague — long waiting

Many a trouble brings;

'Twixt delaying and debating
Love might use its wings.

Never word of evil omen,
And she sighed, heigh-ho,
'Tis the hardest lot for women
Lone through life to go.

Next year early in the May-time,
Was to be the day;

Looked she sweetly toward that gay time
Gleaming far away.

Never -fair with bridal flowers
Came that merry spring;

Ere those bright and radiant hours
She had taken wing.

This year

hearts are bound by sorrow;

Next year

-some forget;

Sometime - comes that golden morrow;
Never earth say yet.

LIGHT.

THE night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;

Yet the light of a whole life dies

When love is done.

FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON

LOVE AND PITY.

LOVE came a beggar to her gate,
The night was drear, the hour was late,
And through the gloom she heard his moan
Where at the gate he stood alone.

His rounded form in rags was clad,
His weeping eyes were wan and sad;
But hid beneath his garb of woe
He bore his arrows and his bow.

She wept to see the beggar weep,
She bade him on her bosom sleep,
His wretched plight allayed her fears,

She kissed and bathed him with her tears.

The merry eyes began to glow,

The rosy hand essayed the bow,
The rough disguise was cast aside,

And laughing Love for mercy cried.

Love came a beggar to her gate,
More wisely than with pomp and state;
For who hath woman's pity won
May count love's siege and battle done.