And on the knowe abune the burn,
For hours thegither sat

In the silentness o' joy, till baith
Wi' very gladness grat.

Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison,
Tears trinkled doun your cheek,
Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane
Had ony power to speak!
That was a time, a blessed time,
When hearts were fresh and young,
When freely gushed all feelings forth,
Unsyllabled, unsung!

I marvel, Jeanie Morrison,

Gin I hae been to thee,

As closely twined wi' earliest thochts
As ye hae been to me?

Oh, tell me gin their music fills

Thine ear as it does mine;

Oh, say gin e'er your heart grows grit

Wi' dreamings o' langsyne?

I've wandered east, I've wandered west,

I've borne a weary lot;

But in my wanderings far or near

Ye never were forgot.

The fount that first burst frae this heart

Still travels on its way;

And channels deeper as it rins,
The luve o' life's young day.

O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
Since we have sindered young,
I've never seen your face, nor heard
The music o' your tongue;

But I could hug all wretchedness,
And happy could I dee,

Did I but ken your heart still dreamed

O' bygane days and me!

WILLIAM MOTHERWELL.

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If there be any one can take my place

And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,
Think not that I can grudge it, but believe
I do commend you to that nobler grace,
That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;

Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive
I too am crowned, while bridal crowns I weave,
And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.
For if I did not love you, it might be

That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
But since the heart is yours that was mine own,
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your honourable freedom makes me free,
And you companioned I am not alone.

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.

CCI

LOVE'S FATALITY

SWEET LOVE,--but oh! most dread Desire of Love,
Life-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand,
Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand in hand :
And one was eyed as the blue vault above:
But hope tempestuous like a fire-cloud hove

I' the other's gaze, even as in his whose wand Vainly all night with spell-wrought power has spann'd The unyielding caves of some deep treasure-trove.

Also his lips, two writhen flakes of flame,

Made moan: "Alas O Love, thus leashed with me! Wing-footed thou, wing-shouldered, once born free: And I, thy cowering self, in chains grown tame,— Bound to thy body and soul, named with thy name,Life's iron heart, even Love's Fatality."

DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI.

CCII

LOVE'S RETROSPECT

Lo! mirror of delight in cloudless days,
Lo! thy reflection: 'twas when I exclaimed,
With kisses hurried as if each foresaw

Their end, and reckon'd on our broken bonds,
And could at such a price such loss endure,
"O what to faithful lovers met at morn,
What half so pleasant as imparted fears?"
Looking recumbent how Love's column rose
Marmoreal, trophied round with golden hair,
How in the valley of one lip unseen

He slumber'd, one his unstrung bow impressed.
Sweet wilderness of soul-entangling charms!
Led back by Memory, and each blissful maze
Retracing, me with magic power detain

Those dimpled cheeks, those temples violet-tinged,
Those lips of nectar and those eyes of heaven!

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.

CCIII

IF I freely may discover
What would please me in my lover,
I would have her fair and witty,
Savouring more of court than city;
A little proud, but full of pity:
Light and humorous in her toying,
Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,
Long, but sweet in the enjoying;

Neither too easy nor too hard:

All extremes I would have barred.

BEN JONSON.

CCIV

AH, Chloris! could I now but sit
As unconcerned as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No happiness or pain!

When I the dawn used to admire,
And praised the coming day,
I little thought the rising fire
Would take my rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay

Like metals in a mine;

Age from no face takes more away

Than youth conceal'd in thine.

But as your charms insensibly

To their perfection press'd, So love as unperceived did fly, And centred in my breast.

My passion with your beauty grew,
While Cupid at my heart,
Still as his mother favoured you,
Threw a more flaming dart:
Each gloried in their wanton part;

To make a lover, he

Employ'd the utmost of his art—

To make a beauty, she.

SIR CHARLES Sedley.

CCV

LOVE AND LAUGHTER

IN the days when Earth was young,
Love and Laughter roamed together :
Love took up her harp and sung,
Round him all was golden weather,

But there came a sigh anon-
What will be when Life is done?

Laughter then would try his skill,

Sang of mirth and joy undying : But he played his part so ill,

He set Echo all a-sighing.

Ever came an undertone

What will be when Life is done?

Then for ever since that time,

Love no more can live with Laughter; For bright as is the summer's prime, Winter pale will follow after.

Love henceforth must dwell with sighs :

Joy was left in Paradise.

ARTHUR GREY BUTLER.