is come with a song and a smile, Welcome Love with a smile and a song : Love can stay but a little while. Why cannot he stay? They call him away: ALFRED TENNYSON. LOVE GIVES ALL AWAY. X ND what is Love by nature ?" A child with pensive eyes; An infant, forehead shaded His ways are those of children Or, as a little wild wren Who fears to leave her nest. He is shy; if one shall beckon, He hoards to lavish only, Now hermit-like is lonely, Slay Love, he is not broken; His palm is always tender, His aspect, as he muses, Is paler than the dead; He weeps more when he loses, Than he laughs when he is fed. Love at a touch will falter, Love at a nod will stay; But armies cannot alter One hairbreadth of his way. He trembles at a rose-leaf, And rushes on a spear; A thorn-prick and he shows grief, But Death he cannot fear. The tyrant may not quench him, Though thou lay chain and fetter He follows shadow faces Into graveyards unawares ; He reaps in sterile places, And brings home sheaves of tares. One tear will heal his anger; He will wait and watch all day; He will strip off his raiment When care his heart engages, And his rose-leaf gathers grey, He will claim a kiss for wages, And demand a smile for pay. HON. JOHN LEICESTER WARREN. SWEET LOVE IS DEAD. WEET Love is dead: Where shall we bury him? In a green bed, With no stone at his head, And no tears nor prayers to worry him. Do you think he will sleep Dreamless and quiet? Yes, if we keep Silence, nor weep O'er the grave where the ground-worms riot. By his tomb let us part; But hark! he is waking; He hath winged a dart, And the mock-cold heart With the woe of want is aching. Feign we no more Sweet Love lies breathless; All we forswore Be as before! Death may die, but Love is deathless. ALFRED AUSTIN. |