XI. And I,-what I seem to my friend, you see; 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, So far at least as I understand; And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays, Here's a subject made to your hand! 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- As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew : Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. But 't is twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore, LIFE IN A LOVE. ESCAPE me? Never Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, It seems too much like a fate, indeed! To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, So the chace takes up one's life, that 's all. While, look but once from your farthest bound At me so deep in the dust and dark, 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, May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely, 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 mè, 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, Pound at thy powder,-I am not in haste! 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! And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, Sure to taste sweetly,-is that poison too? 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! 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 |