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Her rippling waves of golden hair

In one great coil were tightly twisted; But locks would break it, here and there, And curl about where'er they listed.

And then her sleeve came down, and I
Fastened it up -
- her hands were doughy;
O, it did take the longest time!
Her arm, Ned, was so round and snowy.
She blushed, and trembled, and looked shy;
Somehow that made me all the bolder;
Her arch lips looked so red that I
Well-found her head upon my shoulder.

We're to be married, Ned, next month;
Come and attend the wedding revels.
I really think that bachelors

Are the most miserable devils!
You'd better go for some girl's hand;
And if you are uncertain whether
You dare to make a due demand,
Why, just try cooking pies together.

ANONYMOUS.

POSSESSION.

A POET loved a Star,

And to it whispered nightly,

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Being so fair, why art thou, love, so far?

Or why so coldly shine, who shinest so brightly? O Beauty wooed and unpossest!

O, might I to this beating breast

But clasp thee once, and then die blest!"
That Star her Poet's love,

So wildly warm, made human;

And leaving, for his sake, her heaven above,
His Star stooped earthward, and became a
Woman.

"Thou who hast wooed and hast possest,
My lover, answer: Which was best,
The Star's beam or the Woman's breast?"
"I miss from heaven," the man replied,
"A light that drew my spirit to it."
And to the man the woman sighed,
"I miss from earth a poet."

OWEN MEREDITH (LORD LYTTON).

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John Stoward Fayne. /

POEMS OF HOME.

LOVE.

THERE are who say the lover's heart
Is in the loved one's merged;

O, never by love's own warm art
So cold a plea was urged!

MARRIAGE.

No!-hearts that love hath crowned or crossed

Love fondly knits together;

But not a thought or hue is lost

That made a part of either.

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It is an ill-told tale that tells

Of "hearts by love made one": He grows who near another's dwells

More conscious of his own;

In each spring up new thoughts and powers
That, mid love's warm, clear weather,
Together tend like climbing flowers,
And, turning, grow together.

Such fictions blink love's better part,
Yield up its half of bliss;
The wells are in the neighbor heart,
When there is thirst in this :
There findeth love the passion-flowers
On which it learns to thrive,
Makes honey in another's bowers,
But brings it home to hive.

Love's life is in its own replies,

To each low beat it beats, Smiles back the smiles, sighs back the sighs,

And every throb repeats.

Then, since one loving heart still throws

Two shadows in love's sun,

How should two loving hearts compose
And mingle into one?

THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY,

And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie,
And by that kind heart o' thine,
By a' the stars sown thick owre heaven,
That thou shalt aye be mine!

Then foul fa' the hands that wad loose sic bands,
And the heart that wad part sic luve !
But there's nae hand can loose my band,

But the finger o' Him abuve.
Though the wee, wee cot maun be my bield,
And my claithing ne'er sae mean,

I wad lap me up rich i' the faulds o' luve,
Heaven's armfu' o' my Jean.

Her white arm wad be a pillow for me, Fu' safter than the down;

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THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD, MY JEANIE.

THOU hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie,
By that pretty white hand o' thine,
And by a' the lowing stars in heaven,
That thou wad aye be mine!

MAKE me no vows of constancy, dear friend,
To love me, though I die, thy whole life long,
And love no other till thy days shall end, -
Nay, it were rash and wrong.

If thou canst love another, be it so;

I would not reach out of my quiet grave

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