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STANZAS. 155

If that form looked forth so lovely,
If the sweet face smiled
Down into the lonesome valley,
Peaceful, angel-mild.
There a corse they found him sitting
Once when day returned,
Still his pale and placid features
To the lattice turned.

F. VON SCHILLER. (Anonymous Translation.)

Stanzas.

Heu! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminissel

ND thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth:
And form so soft, and charms so rare
Too soon returned to earth !
Though earth received them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not;
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last,
As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
And can'st not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou can'st not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine;
The sun that shines, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have passed away,
I might have watched through long decay.

The flower in ripened bloom unmatched
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatched,
The leaves must drop away.
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering leaf by leaf,
Than see it plucked to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beauties fade;
The night that followed such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade;
Thy day without a cloud hath past,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguished, not decayed :
As stars that shoot along the sky,
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

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B. VEL VV HOPE. 157

As once I wept if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed
To think I was not near, to keep
One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly l on thy face,
To fold thee in a fond embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Northou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free—
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than to remember thee!
The all of thee that cannot die
Through dark and dread eternity,
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.
LORD BYRON.

Evelyn Hope.

EAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead Î
Sit and watch by her side an hour.
That is her book-shelf, this her bed;
She plucked that piece of geranium-flower,
Beginning to die, too, in the glass.
Little has yet been changed, I think;
The shutters are shut—no light may pass,
Save two long rays through the hinge's chink.

Sixteen years old when she died 1
* Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name—
It was not her time to love; beside,
Her life had many a hope and aim,

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Duties enough and little cares;
And now was quiet, now astir-

Till God's hand beckoned unawares,
And the sweet white brow is all of her.

Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope?
What! your soul was pure and true;
The good stars met in your horoscope,
Made you of spirit, fire, and dew ;
And just because I was thrice as old,
And our paths in the world diverged so wide,
Each was naught to each, must I be told?
We were fellow-mortals—naught beside?

No, indeed 1 for God above
Is great to grant, as mighty to make,
And creates the love to reward the love;
I claim you still, for my own love's sake l
Delayed, it may be, for more lives yet,
Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few ;
Much is to learn, and much to forget,
Ere the time be come for taking you.

But the time will come—at last it will—
When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say,
In the lower earth—in the years long still—
That body and soul so pure and gay;
Why your hair was amber I shall divine,
And your mouth of your own geranium's red—
And what you would do with me, in fine,
In the new life come in the old one's stead.

I have lived, I shall say, so much since then,
Given up myself so many times,

Gained me the gains of various men,
Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes;

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Yet one thing—one—in my soul's full scope,
Either I missed or itself missed me—

And I want and find you, Evelyn Hope I
What is the issue? let us see l

I loved you, Evelyn, all the while;
My heart seemed full as it could hold—
There was place and to spare for the frank young smile,
And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold
So, hush ! I will give you this leaf to keep;
See, I shut it inside the sweet, cold hand.
There, that is our secret! go to sleep :
You will wake, and remember, and understand.

ROBERT BROWNING.

Highland JMary.

E banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,

Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

Your waters never drumliel There simmer first unfald her robes,

And there the langest tarry For there I took the last fareweel

O' my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloomed the gay green birkl
How rich the hawthorn blossom 1
As, underneath their fragrant shade,
I clasped her to my bosom 1
The golden hours, on angel wings,
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.

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