Through thirsting lips should draw Love's grace, And in the zone of that supreme embrace Bind aching breast and brow. water whispering Still through the dark into mine ears,— As with mine eyes, is it not now with hers?— Mine eyes that add to thy cold spring, Wan water, wandering water weltering, This hidden tide of tears. . JENNY. Vengeance of Jenny's case! Fie on her! Never name her, child!'-(Mrs. Quickly.) LAZY laughing languid Jenny, Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea, Rests for a while, as if grown light With all our dances and the sound Of kisses which the blush between Could hardly make much daintier; Whose eyes are as blue skies, whose hair Fresh flower, scarce touched with signs that tell Of Love's exuberant hotbed :-Nay, Until to-morrow leave you bare; Flung in the whirlpool's shrieking face; Poor shameful Jenny, full of grace This room of yours, my Jenny, looks A change from mine so full of books, Whose serried ranks hold fast, forsooth, So many captive hours of youth,— The hours they thieve from day and night To make one's cherished work come right, And leave it wrong for all their theft, Even as to-night my work was left: Until I vowed that since my brain And eyes of dancing seemed so fain, And thus it was I met with you. Well, I suppose 'twas hard to part, For here I am. And now, sweetheart, You seem too tired to get to bed. It was a careless life I led When rooms like this were scarce so strange Not long ago. What breeds the change,- The many aims or the few years? The cloud's not danced out of my brain,The cloud that made it turn and swim While hour by hour the books grew dim. But while my thought runs on like this If of myself you think at all, What is the thought ?-conjectural On sorry matters best unsolved?— Or inly is each grace revolved To fit me with a lure?—or (sad And let you rest upon my knee. For sometimes, were the truth confess'd, You're thankful for a little rest, Glad from the crush to rest within, To schoolmate lesser than himself |