AT LIFE'S BEST. LOOK up, and let thy nature strike on mine Like yonder morning on the blind half-world; Melts mist-like into this bright hour, and this And so through those dark gates across the wild While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. 23 LOVE IN A LIFE. My life is at fault at last I fear It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best, I shall scarce succeed; But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And, baffled, get up to begin again, So the chase takes up one's life, that's all. While, look but once from your furthest bound, At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope drops to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her, As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew, Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather. Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune, Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. ROBERT BROWNING. LOVE AND PRUDENCE. Do you remember that most perfect night, D° In the full flush of June, When the wide heavens were tranced in silver light Of the sad, patient moon? Silent we sat, awed by a strange unrest; The fathomless, far sky Our very life absorbed, our thoughts oppressed, Lost in that infinite vast, how idle seemed Earth scarcely breathed, so silently she dreamed, The faint wind sighed, and stirred the slumbering trees, And shadowy stretch and plain Seemed haunted by unuttered mysteries Night on its life had lain. We knew not what we were, or where we went, RIDING DOWN. Nor in what dream-shaped realms our spirits spent That long, yet brief half-hour; I only know that, as a star from high Slides down the ether thin, We shot to earth, roused by a startling cry, "You're getting cold, — come in.” WILLIAM WETMORE STORY. YOUR THE AMULET. picture smiles as first it smiled; Your letter tells, O changing child! Give me an amulet That keeps intelligence with you, - Alas! that neither bonds nor vows Torments me still the fear that love Died in its last expression. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. OH RIDING DOWN. H, did you see him riding down, Came out to see, came out to see, 25 Oh, did you hear those bells ring out, And did you see the waving flags, Red, white, and blue, shot through and through, And did you hear the drum's gay beat, And did you see me waiting there, And did you see him smiling down, And smiling down, as riding down My face uplifted, red and white, Oh, did you see how swift it came, The little lass who blushed to see? |