A lord and a lady went up at full sail, Weighed less than a few grains of candor and sense; A first-water diamond, with brilliants begirt, Than one good potato just washed from the dirt; Yet not mountains of silver and gold could suffice One pearl to outweigh,-'twas THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE. Last of all, the whole world was bowled in at the grate, With the soul of a beggar to serve as a weight, When the former sprang up with so strong a re buff That it made a vast rent and escaped at the roof! THE LADY'S YES. ELIZABETH B. BROWNING. "Yes," ," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. When the viols played their best, Call me false or call me free, No man on your face shall see Yet the sin is on us both; Time to dance is not to woo; Wooing light makes fickle troth, Scorn of me recoils on you. Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly as the thing is high, Bravely, as for life and death, With a loyal gravity. Lead her from the festive boards, By your truth she shall be true, A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME. Who'll press for gold this crowded street, A hundred years to come? Who'll tread yon church with willing feet, Pale, trembling age and fiery youth, We all within our graves shall sleep, A hundred years to come. But other men our land will till, Come in the evening, or come in the morning; Come when you're looked for, or come without warning; Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here, the more I'll adore you! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, "True lovers don't sever!" I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you choose them, Or, after you've kissed them, they'll lie on my bosom; I'll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you; I'll fetch from my fancy a tale that won't tire you. Oh! your step's like the rain to the summer-vexed farmer, Or sabre and shield to a knight without armor; I'll sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me, Then, wandering, I'll wish you in silence to love me. We'll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie; We'll tread round the rath on the track of the' fairy; We'll look on the stars and we'll list to the river, Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her. Oh! she'll whisper you,-"Love as unchangeably beaming, And trust, when in secret most tunefully stream ing Till the starlight of heaven above us shall quiver, As our souls flow in one down eternity's river." So come in the evening, or come in the morning; Come when you're looked for, or come without warning; |