Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stair, — And will I hear him speak? If Colin's weel, and weel content, And will I hear him speak? For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house WILLIAM JAMES MICKLE. But while she missed from those sweet sounds Nor could the bright green world around For still she missed the eyes that made ANNE C. LYNCH (MRS. BOTTA). COME TO ME, DEAREST. COME to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee, Daytime and night-time, I'm thinking about thee; Night-time and daytime, in dreams I behold thee; Unwelcome the waking which ceases to fold thee. Come to me, darling, my sorrows to lighten, Come in thy beauty to bless and to brighten; Come in thy womanhood, meekly and lowly, Come in thy lovingness, queenly and holy. Swallows will flit round the desolate ruin, Are circling my heart with a promise of pleasure. som; The waste of my life has a rose-root within it, And thy fondness alone to the sunshine can win it. Figure that moves like a song through the even; Smiles coming seldom, but childlike and simple, You have been glad when you knew I was gladdened; Dear, are you sad now to hear I am saddened? Our hearts ever answer in tune and in time, love, As octave to octave, and rhyme unto rhyme, love: I cannot weep but your tears will be flowing, You cannot smile but my cheek will be glowing; I would not die without you at my side, love, You will not linger when I shall have died, love. PRESENCE IN ABSENCE. Our two souls, therefore, which are one, A breach, but an expansion, And though it in the centre sit, A Valediction forbidding Mourning. Dk. j. DONNE DISAPPOINTMENT AND ESTRANGEMENT. SONNET. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; WITH how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the But saving a crown, he had naething else beside. skies, How silently, and with how wan a face! Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. THE BANKS O' DOON. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, And I sae weary, fu' o' care? Thou 'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Thou 'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, For sae I sat, and sae I sang, Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; ROBERT BURNS. AULD ROBIN GRAY. To make the crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye a' I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin: at hame, When a' the weary world to sleep are gane, I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin. But I will do my best a gude wife aye to be, For Auld Robin Gray, he is kind to me. LADY ANNE BARNARD THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. FROM "MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM," ACT I. SC. 1. FOR aught that ever I could read, The course of true love never did run smooth: |