A With the life of Long Ago William Ernest Henley, IS IT GOOD-BYE? WINK from Hesper falling Comes through the even blue, Across the miles between us I send you sigh for sigh. Never good-bye. William Ernest Henley. To Celia. TO CELIA. RINK to me only with thine eyes, DRINK And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee! Ben Jonson 29 THE NIGHT-PIECE. TO JULIA. HER eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee, Whose little eyes glow, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No Will-o-th'-Wisp mislight thee, Nor snake nor slow-worm bite thee: Not making stay, Since ghost there's none t' affright thee! Let not the dark thee cumber; The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear, without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me; My soul I'll pour into thee! Robert Herrick. On a Girdle. 31 ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown It was my heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! And yet there Edmund Waller BEFORE THE DAYBREAK. BEFORE the daybreak shines a star That in the day's great glory fades ; Too fiercely bright is the full light That her pale-gleaming lamp upbraids. Before the daybreak sings a bird That stills her song ere morning light : The woodland's thousand-tongued delight. Ah! great the honor is, to shine But I would be that paler star, And I would be that lonelier bird, And sing of love, when love's unheard. FROM "THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE." THE LOVER. WHEN ripen'd time and chasten'd will Have stretch'd and tuned for love's accords The five-string'd lyre of life, until It vibrates with the wind of words; And "Woman," "Lady," "She," and "Her" |