182 THE THEFT OF THE FLOWERS. Farewell, then, thou loved one-O, loved but too well, Too deeply, too blindly, for language to tellFarewell! thou hast trampled love's faith in the dust, Thou hast torn from my bosom its hope and its trust; Yet, if thy life's current with bliss it would swell, I would pour out my own in its last fond fare well! C. F. H. THE THEFT OF THE FLOWERS. THE forward violet thus did I chide :- If not from my love's breath? The purple pride A third, not red nor white, had stol'n from both, More flowers I noted, yet I none could see I WILL LOVE HER NO MORE. I WILL love her no more-'tis a waste of the heart, This lavish of feeling-a prodigal's part: Who, heedless the treasure, a life could not earn. Squanders forth where he vainly may look fo return. I will love her no more; it is folly to give I will love her no more; it is heathenish thus To bow to an idol which bends not to us; Which heeds not, which hears not, which recks not for aught That the worship of years to its altar hath brought. 184 DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER. I will love her no more: for no love is without Its limit in measure, and mine hath run out; She engrosseth it all, and, till some she restore, Than this moment I love her, how can I love MORE? HOFFMAN. DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER. He that truly loves, Burns out the day in idle fantasies; And when the lamb, bleating, doth bid good night To keep quick time unto the owl, whose voice LOVE'S DISSENSIONS. ALAS-how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken; And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin; They wore in courtship's smiling day; Like broken clouds, or like the stream |