Sweet is the fragrance of remembered love; The memory of clasped hands is very sweet, Joined hands that did not once too often meet, And never knew that saddest word Enough!" " And so 't is well that, ere our springtime fleet Runs in the heyday of our love, part we : Farewell, and all white omens go with thee ! Is it not well that we should both retain The early bloom of love, untouched and pure? And wither; since that life is so impure, Revive, as corn that withers in the ground, It may be that new flowers will too be found Among the stubble, and the pale sweet blooms Of autumn glorify our woodland glooms. The memory of our kisses shall survive, And in the glass of Time be consecrate. Our love shall with the distance grow more great, And shall for us be sweeter than alive, When dead; for memory shall reduplicate The sweetness of the past, till you and I Cherish as angels' food each byegone sigh. James Payne. CCLXI. LOVE'S FAREWELL. ONE LITTLE CORNER. Too fair, I may not call thee mine : Those eyes with bridal-beacons shine; Thou wilt be happy, dear! and bless My life to light, my lot to leaven, Good bye, dear heart! I go to dwell Our first kiss is our last farewell; Yet, Darling, keep for me Who wander outside in the night, One little corner of thy light! CCLXII. Gerald Massey. LOVE'S FAREWELL. ISOLATION. WE were apart! yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be; I bade it keep the world away, And grow a home for only thee; Nor feared but thy love likewise grew, The fault was grave! I might have known, And faith is often unreturned. From thy remote and spherèd course Back! with the conscious thrill of shame But thou hast long had place to prove This truth-to prove, and make thine own: "Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone!" Or, if not quite alone, yet they Which touch thee are no mating things- Of happier men !-for they, at least, Have dreamed two human hearts might blend In one, and were through faith released From isolation without end Prolonged; nor knew, although not less Alone than thou, their loneliness! Matthew Arnold. CCLXIII. LOVE'S FAREWELL. A MEMORY PICTURE. YOUNG, I said: "A face is gone Ah, is perished utterly! Ere the parting hour go by, Quick, thy tablets, Memory! Marguerite says: "As last year went, So the coming year 'll be spent! Some day next year, I shall be, Entering heedless, kissed by thee." Ah! I hope-yet, once away, What may chain us, who can say ? Ere the parting hour go by, Quick, thy tablets, Memory! Paint that lilac kerchief, bound Paint that figure's pliant grace As she toward me leaned her face, Ere the parting hour go by, Quick, thy tablets, Memory! Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind, Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie Ere the parting hour go by, What, my friends, these feeble lines Time's gay minions, pleased you see, Pleased, you mock the fruitless cry: Ah, too true! Time's current strong Quick, thy tablets, Memory! Matthew Arnold. CCLXIV. LOVE'S FAREWELL. SEPARATION. STOP!--not to me, at this bitter departing, |