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BEWARE!

I KNOW a maiden fair to see:

Take care!

She can both false and friendly be:

Beware! Beware!

Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!

She has two eyes, so soft and brown:
Take care!

She gives a side-glance and looks down:
Beware! Beware!

Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!

And she has hair of a golden hue:
Take care!

And what she says it is not true:

Beware! Beware!

Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!

She has a bosom as white as snow:
Take care!

She knows how much it is best to show:

Beware! Beware!

Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!

SONG.

She gives thee a garland woven fair:
Take care!

It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear:
Beware! Beware!

Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!

ANONYMOUS. (German.)

Translation of HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFellow.

SONG.

WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover?

Prithee, why so pale?

Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail?

Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?

Prithee, why so mute?

Will, when speaking well can't win her,

Saying nothing do't?

Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move,

This cannot take her;

If of herself she will not love,

Nothing can make her:

The Devil take her!

SIR JOHN SUCKLING.

LEFT BEHIND.

IT was the autumn of the year;
The strawberry-leaves were red and sere;
October's airs were fresh and chill;
When, pausing on the windy hill,
The hill that overlooks the sea,
You talked confidingly to me:
Me, whom your keen, artistic sight
Has not yet learned to read aright,
Since I have veiled my heart from you,
And loved you better than you knew.

You told me of your toilsome past:
The tardy honors won at last,

The trials borne, the conquests gained,
The longed-for boon of Fame attained;
I knew that every victory

But lifted you away from me,
That every step of high emprise
But left me lowlier in your eyes;
I watched the distance as it grew,
And loved you better than you knew.

You did not see the bitter trace

Of anguish sweep across my face;
You did not hear my proud heart beat,
Heavy and slow, beneath your feet;

LEFT BEHIND.

You thought of triumphs still unwon,
Of glorious deeds as yet undone ;
And I, the while you talked to me,
I watched the gulls float lonesomely,
Till lost amid the hungry blue ;
And loved you better than you knew.

You walk the sunny side of fate;

The wise world smiles, and calls you great; The golden fruitage of success

Drops at your feet in plenteousness;

And you have blessings manifold:

Renown and power, and friends and gold;
They build a wall between us twain,
Which may not be thrown down again.
Alas! for I, the long years through,
Have loved you better than you knew.

Your life's proud aim, your art's high truth,
Have kept the promise of your youth;
And while you won the crown, which now
Breaks into bloom upon your brow,
My soul cried strongly out to you
Across the ocean's yearning blue,
While, unremembered and afar,
I watched you, as I watch a star,
Through darkness struggling into view;
And loved you better than you knew.

I used to dream, in all these years
Of patient faith, and silent tears,

TAKE, O TAKE, THOSE LIPS AWAY.

That Love's strong hand would put aside
The barriers of place and pride,

Would reach the pathless darkness through,
And draw me softly up to you;

But that is past. If you should stray

Beside my grave, some future day,

Perchance the violets o'er my dust

Will half betray their buried trust,
And say, their blue eyes full of dew,

"She loved you better than you knew."

FLORENCE PERCY.

TAKE, O TAKE, THOSE LIPS AWAY.

TAKE, O take, those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn! And those eyes, like break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn! But my kisses bring again:

Seals of love, though sealed in vain.

Hide, O hide, those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are yet of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

SHAKSPEARE, AND JOHN FLEtcher.

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