Nature, by magnetic laws, But they only touch when met, Strangers yet! Will it evermore be thus- Shall we never fairly stand Strangers yet! Tell not Love it must aspire A RECOLLECTION. I KNEW that I should be his bride, And to my tearful eyes Lay that fair future, half descried Through a divine surprise : I knew that I should be his wife, And that his arm would bend Around me down the walks of life, As friend sustaining friend: And yet when I beheld him there, Amid the witty and the fair, Who knew and prized him long,— Amid the comrades of his youth, The kinsmen of his line, I almost faltered at the truth With which I called him mine. I saw they thought that I was proud I might be distanced in a race But now that years have rolled away, And, one by one, that bright array Has higher titles earned, Ah! had I known him but as they, How weary might have been The intercourse of every day, The rarely-changing scene,— The life that over-long may prove For passion or for power, But too, too, short for that still love RAPTURE. BECAUSE, from all that round Thee move, And have my home in Thy embrace; The crown that Thou hast set on me. Because, when, prostrate at Thy feet, The mirror from its glossy plain Thou art the flame, whose rising spire All that was Thine ere we were wed Have I by right inherited. Is life a stream? Then from Thy hair One rosebud on the current fell, And straight it turned to crystal there, As adamant immovable: Its steadfast place shall know no more The sense of after and before. Is life a plant? The King of years THE TREASURE-SHIP. My heart is freighted full of love, With gems below and gems above, Full strings of nature's beaded pearl, Sweet tears! composed in amorous ties And turkis-lockets, that no churl Hath fashioned out mechanic-wise, But all made up of thy blue eyes. And girdles wove of subtle sound, Before Love's arts and niceness were. And carcanets of living sighs; Gums that have dropped from Love's own stem, And one small jewel most I prize The darling gaud of all of them— I wot, so rare and fine a gem I've cased the rubies of thy smiles, FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE. IF I could coldly sum the love My heart would to itself disprove Yet Friendship is so blurred a name, That if the nature of the flame That in our bosoms burned Were treasured in becoming rhymes, It might have worth in after-times. |