If I spoke a word,

First of all Up his cheek the colour sprung,

Then he heard.

IV.

Sitting by my side,

At my feet,
So he breathed but air I breathed,

Satisfied !
I, too, at love's brim

Touched the sweet :
I would die if death bequeathed

Sweet to him.

I had wealth and ease,

Beauty, youth:
Since my lover gave me love,

I gave these.

VII.

That was all I meant,

-To be just,
And the passion I had raised,

To content.
Since he chose to change

Gold for dust,
If I gave him what he praised

Was it strange?

VIII.

Would he loved me yet,

On and on, While I found some way undreamed

- Paid my debt ! Gave more life and more,

Till all gone, He should smile “ She never seemed

66 Mine before.

IX.

What, she felt the while,

66 Must I think? 6 Love 's so different with us men !"

He should smile:

' Dying for

my

sake-
“ White and pink!
“ Can't we touch these bubbles then
“ But they break ?"

x.
Dear, the pang is brief,

Do thy part,
Have thy pleasure ! How perplexed

Grows belief!
Well, this cold clay clod

Was man's heart :
Crumble it, and what comes next?

Is it God?

SONG FROM “JAMES LEE."

I.

Oh, good gigantic smile o'the brown old earth,

This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth :

Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.

II.

2

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true ;

Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you.

Make the low nature better by your throes !
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above !