my pet. But, so gentle the bondage, my soul did implore CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE. NEVER THE TIME AND THE PLACE NEVER the time and the place In a dream that loved one's face meets mine, With a malice that marks each word, each sign! Uncoil thee from the waking man! Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast Yet doubt if the Future hold I can ? WE TWAIN - ROBERT BROWNING. Он, earth and heaven are far apart! And neither you nor I, sweetheart, Had any way misdone? When we like laughing rivers fleet, That cannot choose but flow, Among the flowers should meet and greet, Sweetheart That would be sweet, I know. No need to swerve and drift apart, Then I should be all yours, sweetheart, But ah! to rush, defiled and brown, To spoil the corn, beat down and drown Sweetheart, I do not want you so. For you and I are far apart; And never may we meet, Till you are glad and grand, sweetheart, Till morning light has kiss'd us white As highest Alpine snow, Till both are brave and bright of sight - Sweetheart; For God will have it so. Oh, heaven and earth are far apart! And if you climb or crawl, sweetheart, But see you come in lordly state, With mountain winds aglow, When I by dazzling gate shall wait, To meet and love you so, Sweetheart! That will be heaven, I know. AMANDA T. JONES. A MATCH IF love were what the rose is, If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon; If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling, And hours of fruitful breath; If you were thrall to sorrow, If you were April's lady, And I were lord in May, We'd throw with leaves for hours If you were April's lady, And I were lord in May. If you were queen of pleasure, ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. KISS ME SOFTLY Kiss me softly and speak to me low, Kiss me softly and speak to me low. Kiss me softly and speak to me low, Kiss me softly and speak to me low. Kiss me softly and speak to me low; Kiss me softly and speak to me low. PEARLS JOHN GODFREY SAXE. Nor what the chemists say they be, Down in the Indian sea it slips, If dew can be so beauteous made, Why not your tears? Be not afraid RICHARD HENRY STODDARD. THE BROOKSIDE I WANDER'D by the brookside, But the beating of my own heart I sat beneath the elm-tree; I watched the long, long shade, I did not feel afraid; I listen'd for a word But the beating of my own heart The night came on alone The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening wind pass'd by my cheek, Fast silent tears were flowing, It drew me nearer nearer ; We did not speak one word, For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES (LORD HOUGHTON). |