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F ever, dear,

I might at last the barren victory gain,
After long struggle and laborious pain,

And many a secret tear,

To think, since think I must of thee,

Not otherwise than thou of me.

Haply I might

Thy chilling coldness, thy disdain, thy pride, Which draw me half reluctant to thy side,

With a like meed requite,

And I my too fond self despise,

Seeing with disenchanted eyes.

But now, alas,

So fast a prisoner am I to thy love,

No power there is that can my chains remove,

So sweet the caged hours pass,

That if it parted me from thee,
I would not willingly grow free.

Nor would I dare

To ask for recompense of love again,

Who love thee for the height of thy disdain.
Thou wouldst not show so fair

If we should burn with equal fire,
Instinct with emulous desire.

Full well I know

That what I worship is not wholly thee,
But a fair dream, a pious fantasy,
Such as at times doth grow

On yearnings of the cloistered mind,
Or the rapt vision of the blind.

Scorn me then, sweet,

I would not thou shouldst leave thy lofty place;

Thy lover should not see thee face to face,

But prostrate at thy feet.

No recompense, no equal part I seek,

Only that thou be strong and I be weak.

LEWIS MORRIS.

A LOVE-THOUGHT.

3LL down the linden-alley's morning shade Thy form with childly raptures I pursue; No hazel-bowered brook can seek the glade With steps more joyous or with course

more true.

But when all haste and hope I reach my goal,
And Thou at once thy full and earnest eyes
Turnest upon me, my encumbered soul
Bows down in shame and trembles with surprise.

I rise exalted on thy moving grace,
Peace and goodwill in all thy voice I hear;
Yet if the sudden wonders of thy face

Fall on me, joy is weak and turns to fear.

RICHARD, LORD HOUGHTON.

NOCTURNE.

ITALY.

P to her chamber window
A slight wire trellis goes,
And up this Romeo's ladder
Clambers a bold white rose.

I lounge in the ilex shadows,
I see the lady lean,
Unclasping her silken girdle,
The curtain's folds between.

She smiles on her white-rose lover,
She reaches out her hand
And helps him at the window-
I see it where I stand!

To her scarlet lip she holds him,
And kisses him many a time-
Ah, me! it was he that won her,
Because he dared to climb!

THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

HAME upon you, Robin,

Shame upon you now!

Kiss me would you? with my hands
Milking the cow?

Daisies grow again,

Kingcups blow again,

And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow.

Robin came behind me,

Kissed me well, I vow;

Cuff him could I? with my hands

Milking the cow?

Swallows fly again,

Cuckoos cry again,

And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow.

Come, Robin, Robin,

Come and kiss me now;

Help it can I? with my hands

Milking the cow?

Ringdoves coo again,

All things woo again.

Come behind and kiss me milking the cow.

ALFRED TENNYSON.
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