CCXLI. LOVE'S DESPAIR. HER LOOK OF LOVE. SWEET looks !-I thought them love; When time is come to waken. I see within her eyes, A tender blissful token; Hope drops down and dies, But no sad word is spoken. Soon and silent let me go; She, that knew not, shall not know. Joy, good-bye!—for now I see The fault was mine alone, Who, from her gracious sweetness, Of heavenly love's completeness,—- Her look of love, and not for me. William Allingham. CCXLII. LOVE'S DESPAIR. FOR A DREAM'S SAKE. THE hope I dreamed of was a dream, I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break; Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake. Christina Rossetti. CCXLIII. LOVE'S DESPAIR. WHEN I AM DEAD. WHEN I am dead, my dearest, With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows; And, dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. CCXLIV. Christina Rossetti. LOVE'S DESPAIR. THREE SEASONS. "A CUP for hope!" she said, In spring-time ere the bloom was old; By her mouth's richer red. "A cup for love!" how low, How soft the words; and all the while Like summer after snow. "A cup for memory!" Cold cup that one must drain alone : While autumn winds are up and moan Across the barren sea. Hope, memory, love : Hope for fair morn, and love for day, And memory for the evening grey And solitary dove. Christina Rossetti. CCXLV. LOVE'S DESPAIR. ON THE RHINE. VAIN is the effort to forget! Some day I shall be cold, I know, But ah, not yet! not yet ! Vain is the agony of grief! 'T is true, indeed, an iron knot Ties tightly up from mine thy lot, And were it snapt-thou lov'st me not! But is despair relief? Awhile let me with thought be done! And as this brimmed unwrinkled Rhine, And that far purple mountain-line, Lie sweetly in the look divine Of the slow-sinking sun; So let me lie, and calm as they Let beam upon my inward view Those eyes of deep, soft, lucent hue- Too lovely to be grey ! Ah quiet, all things feel thy balm ! Those blue hills too, this river's flow, Tamed is their turbulent youthful glow ! Their joy is in their calm. Matthew Arnold. CCXLVI. LOVE'S DESPAIR. THE HOME OF LOVE. WHEN Love was stricken with disgust He shook in scorn the golden dust And sought, in pilgrim's weeds, a spot Richard, Lord Houghton. CCXLVII. LOVE'S LAST WORDS. TO KISS AND PART. SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,- N Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, That we one jot of former love retain. And innocence is closing up his eyes, -Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover! Michael Drayton. CCXLVIII. LOVE'S LAST WORDS. THE BROKEN LINKS. WELL, the links are broken, This farewell, when spoken, I have tried and striven Such bonds must be riven, And never, never, never So I tell you plainly, It must be : I shall try, not vainly, Truer, happier chances Wait me yet, While you, through fresh fancies, And life has nobler uses Than regret. |