My confidants and comforters
Are river, hill, and grove,

And sun, and stars, and heaven's blue deeps,
And all that live and move.

O friendly hills! O garrulous woods!
O sympathizing air!

O many-voiced solitudes!

I know my love is fair.

I know that she is fair and true,
And that from her you've caught
The changeful glories ever new
That robe you in my thought.
Grief, from the armor of my heart,
Rolls off like rustling rain :
'Tis life to love; but double life
To be beloved again.

UNHAPPY LOVE.

Он ye are dull, ye skies,
A gloom hath o'er you roll'd,
A sorrow on me lies

Too mighty to be told;
The glory of Nature dies,

And all her heart is cold.

He whom I love is false;

The sweetest vow he swore, His changeful mind recalls Never, oh nevermore; Day darkens, and life palls, And sickens at its core.

His love's last flickering gleam
In his cold heart has died;
'But yet, if I could deem
My passion satisfied,

With friendship and esteem,

He'd give me both,' he cried.

Friendship! 'twixt him and me!
It cannot flourish long.
I pass its death's decree;
In all life's pulses strong,
Protest in agony

Against the bitter wrong.

I feel its end draw near,
I know the coming fate,
I will not shed a tear

Though crushed and desolate;
But for his friendship swear,
My fierce, undying Hate.

Yes! Hate as strong and true
As was the love I bore,
Hate, in my thought still new,
Shall flourish evermore;
Shall haunt him and pursue,

And shadow him o'er and o'er.

Hate! bitter Hate! alas!

What is such Hate to me?

Were He but kind, I'd pass

From Hate to Ecstasy, And love him- oh, my soul! To Love's Eternity.

More than my tongue could tell,

More than my pen could write

UNHAPPY LOVE.

Or fancy syllable

Love true-Love infinite!

Kind Heaven! my soul is dark!
Oh lead me to the light.

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NAPOLEON AND THE SPHYNX.

I.

BENEATH him stretched the sands
Of Egypt's burning lands,
The desert panted to the swelt'ring ray;
The camel's plashing feet,

With slow, uneasy beat,

Threw up the scorching dust like arrowy spray,
And fierce the sunlight glowed,

As young Napoleon rode

Around the Gallic camp, companionless that day.

II.

High thoughts were in his mind,

Unspoken to his kind;

Calm was his face- his eyes were blank and chill; His thin lips were compress'd :

The secrets of his breast

Those portals never pass'd, for good or ill;

He mused on Destiny, to shape it to his will.