Love and Death o' th' way once meeting,
Having pass'd a friendly greeting,
Sleep their weary eyelids closing,
Lay they down themselves reposing.
Love, whom divers cares molested,
Could not sleep; but whilst Death rested,
All in haste away he posts him,
But his haste too dearly costs him;
For it chanced, that going to sleeping,
Both had given their darts in keeping
Unto Night, who, Error's mother,
Blindly knowing not one from t'other,
Gave Love Death's, and ne'er perceived it,
Whilst as blindly Love received it.
Since which time their darts confounding,
Love now kills instead of wounding;
Death our hearts with sweetness filling,
Gently wounds instead of killing.

As, tremblingly with hers, my vows were given.

Then softly 'gainst my bosom beat her heart; These living arms around her form were thrown,

Binding her heavenly beauty like a zone, While from her ruby warm lips, just apart Like bursting roses, sighs of fragrance stole, And words of music whispering in mine ear, Things pure and holy none but mine should hear :

For they were accents utter'd from the soul, For which no tongue her innocence reproved, And breathed for one who loved her and was loved.

Ismael Fitzadam.

JOYOUS.

My heart bounds up to meet thee at my lips;
Oh take the little flutt'ring wanderer in!
Or let him grow thus to thy snowy bosom,
And be th' immortal guard of faithful love!
Johnson.

BETWEEN OUR KISSES.

THE hours of love fill full the echoing space With sweet confederate music favourable. Now many memories make solicitous

The delicate love-lines of her mouth, till, lit

With quivering fire, the words take wing from it;

As here between our kisses we sit thus Speaking of things remember'd, and so

sit

Speechless while things forgotten call to us. Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

REPLETE WITH BLESSINGS.

DOES she not come like Wisdom or good Fortune,

Replete with blessings, giving wealth and honour?

The dowry which she brings is Peace and Pleasure;

THE HAPPY HOUR OF. SINCE the time when Adam first Embraced his Eve in happy hour, And every bird of Eden burst

In carol, every bud to flower, What eyes, like thine, have waken'd hopes? What lips, like thine, so sweetly join'd? Where on the double rose-bud droops The fulness of the pensive mind. Tennyson.

AT SUNSET.

And everlasting joy is in her arms.

I run the race of lusty youth again.

Rowe.

Lee.

DISTRUST TO BE AVOIDED.

Oh! never may suspicion's gloomy sky
Chill the sweet glow of fondly trusting love!
Nor ever may he feel the scowling eye

Of dark distrust his confidence reprove!
In pleasing error may I rather rove,
With blind reliance on the hand so dear,
Than let cold prudence from my eyes

remove

Those sweet delusions, where no doubt nor fear

Nor foul disloyalty nor cruel change appear. Mrs. Tighe.

THE MYSTERY OF LOVE.

Sight is his root, in thought is his progression, His childhood wonder, 'prenticeship attention:

His youth delight.his age the soul's oppression, Doubt is his sleep, he waketh in invention: Fancy his food, his clothing carefulness,

Beauty his book, his play lovers' dissension: His eyes are curious search, but veil'd with warefulness,

His wings desire, oft clipt with desperation : Largess his hands, could never skill of sparefulness.

But how he doth by might or by persuasion, To conquer, and his conquest how to ratify, Experience doubts, and schools have disputation, Sir P. Sydney.