VIII And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief: "Though I love her-that, he comprehends"One should master one's passions, (love, in chief) "And be loyal to one's friends!" IX And she, she lies in my hand as tame As a pear late basking over a wall; Just a touch to try, and off it came; 'T is mine,-can I let it fall? X With no mind to eat it, that's the worst! Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? 'T was quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI And I,-what I seem to my friend, you see ; What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? XII 'T is an awkward thing to play with souls, XIII One likes to show the truth for the truth; XIV Well, any how, here the story stays, LOVE IN A LIFE. I ROOM after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her— Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew; Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather. Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune II Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. LIFE IN A LOVE. ESCAPE me? Never Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. So the chace takes up one's life, that 's all. No sooner the old hope goes to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me— Ever Removed! THE LABORATORY. ANCIEN RÉGIME. I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, II He is with her, and they know that I know Where they are, what they do they believe my tears flow While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear Empty church, to pray God in, for them!-I am here. III Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste, Than go where men wait me, and dance at the King's. IV That in the mortar-you call it a gum? Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come! V Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures, VI Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live! But to light a pastile, and Elise with her head And her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead! VII Quick-is it finished? The colour 's too grim ! VIII What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me! IX For only last night, as they whispered, I brought Could I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fall X Not that I bid you spare her the pain ; XI Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose; XII Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill, GOLD HAIR: A STORY OF PORNIC. I OH, the beautiful girl, too white, Who lived at Pornic down by the sea, And a boasted name in Brittany She bore, which I will not write. |