B YOUTHFUL LOVE. I. EING absent, yet thou art not wholly gone, For thou hast stamped thine image on the world; It shines before me in the blushing dawn, And sunset clouds around its grace are furled. The busy day is thine; the quiet night Sleeps in thy radiance, as these skies in light. II. Or stooping toward me from the stainless sphere, III. While the sun hangs dim and red In the west, Come and lean your wondrous head On my breast. It is sweet, my Lillie dear, By your side while night draws near Sleep the birdlings in their nest,— Those who love each other best, Yet, Love, must part. TO ALMA. I. AN anxious whisper steals unto my ear, That thy young soul, so fresh and pure it be, Is alien unto mine; that I in thee No resonance shall find for thoughts austere ; Through pale green waters flashing its warm light! |