LOVE'S FAREWELL.

(HUITAIN.)

"NO MORE!" I said to Love. "No more!

I scorn your baby-arts to know!

Not now am I as once of yore;

My brow the Sage's line can show!"

"Farewell!" he laughed.

"Farewell! I go !"

And clove the air with fluttering track.

"Farewell!" he cried far off;-but lo!

He sent a Parthian arrow back!

EMBLEMS (I).

THE DEATH OF LOVE.

En Mors Amoris !-ran the text; and lo!

I saw that One, on ground of shoot and stem,
Had woven Love, who like a youth did go

In marriage robes, all broidered over them.

With crocus-buds and stars-of-Bethlehem.

Thereto (the Worker gone), comes Time in shape
And envious semblance of a whiskered ape,
That mars the fair design with many a thread;
And for the flowers, puts serpent-heads that gape,
And where Love looked, the features of the dead.

EMBLEMS (II).

THE LOVE OF DEATH.

YET One more thing of Love the limner wrought. How that a brood of baby-shapes with wings

Lit among laughing girls, who, half-distraught,

Ran here and there to catch those winsome things,
And kiss their eyes, and still their flutterings.
One-only one-sat silent as the dead,

In mourner's weed, and o'er her ashes spread,

Who saw that sight, yet had no joy of it,

But closelier drew her garment to her head.

Above this one was Mortis Amor writ.

Now your petals unclose,

Now your May-time is nigh ;