Truth-what is truth? Two bleeding hearts Wounded by men, by Fortune tried, Outwearied with their lonely parts, Vow to beat henceforth side by side. The world to them was stern and drear, Their lot was but to weep and moan : Ah, let them keep their faith sincerc, For neither could subsist alone! But souls whom some benignant breath Has charm'd at birth from gloom and care, These ask no love-these plight no faith, For they are happy as they are. The world to them may homage make, And garlands for their forehead weave; They smile upon the world; their ears On one she smiled, and he was blest! She smiles elsewhere-we make a din! But 'twas not love that heaved his breast, Fair child! it was the bliss within. Matthew Arnold. LANGUISHING. I am not what I was: since yesterday, I pine, I languish, love to be alone; I went to bed, and to myself I thought I turn'd and tried each corner of my bed, I cast my eyes upon the neighbouring fields, MAIDENLY LOVE. Dryden. "Then what remains?" ask'd Lucy, once again, Her pale lip quivering with a thrill of pain. 66 "Yes; I do." "I thought you must; for all I say is true; And I am pleased we can so well agree, It makes the matter easier far to me; And you will say it was your own desire, Not mine, that our engagement should expire." "I will." "Farewell then, Lucy, ever dear, I'm glad your judgment is so cool and clear; True I can ne'er be happy as with you, But something to my station still is due! And I, to give that office more respect, A portion with my partner must expect!" "Enough," said Lucy, "I can understand;" And coldly she withdrew her captive hand. Farewell," he said, and left her standing there, 66 Like some mute sculptured image of Despair. G. P. R. James. LOVE BRIGHT AS SUNLIT DEW. MATURE LOVE. With laughter swimming in thine eye, Fancy has tamed her fairy gleams, And thy heart broods o'er home-born dreams! By thy glad youth and tranquil prime The glory of a life well-spent. When, earth's affections nearly o'er, With Peace behind, and Faith before, Thy lustrous soul,-then harp and hymn, Asleep will lay thee, till thine eye John Wilson. But I shall alway love thee till This heart, like earth, in death stand still. Festus. I love thee, and will leave thee never, Until my soul leave life for ever. If earth can from her children run, If yonder stars can leave the sky, Were death not too good to be given,— ENDURANCE OF LOVE. They sin who tell us love can die! With life all other passions fly, Bailey. All others are but vanity; In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth : But love is indestructible, Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth: Southey. LOVE AND SORROW SEEM TWINS. Oh! was there ever tale of human love Which was not also tale of human tears? Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrow'd not Fair, patient Imogen? and she whose name Lives among lovers, Sappho silver-voiced, Was not the wailing of her passionate lyre Ended for ever in the dull deaf sea? Must it be thus? oh! must the cup that holds The sweetest vintage of the vine of life Taste bitter at the dregs? Is there no story, No legend, no love passage, which shall end Even as the bow that God hath bent in heaven, O'er the sad waste of mortal histories, Promising respite to the rain of tears? Matthew Arnold. FIRST AND LAST OF ALL THINGS. Love, that is first and last of all things made, The light that moving has man's life for shade, The spirit that for temporal veil has on And alway through new act and passion new Shines the divine same body and beauty through, The body spiritual of fire and light That is to worldly noon as noon to night; Love, that is flesh upon the spirit of man And spirit within the flesh whence breath began ; Love, that keeps all the choir of lives in chime; Love, that is blood within the veins of time; That wrought the whole world without stroke of hand, Shaping the breadth of sea, the length of land, And with the pulse and motion of his breath Through the great heart of the earth strikes life and death, The sweet twain chords that make the sweet time live Through day and night of things alternative, Through silence and through sound of stress and strife, And ebb and flow of dying death and life; Love, that sounds loud or light in all men's ears, |