Music-friends so true and tried- ALFRED DOMETT. MY STAR. LL that I know A Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it. ROBERT BROWNING. WOULD thou might'st not vex me with thine eyes, Thou fair Ideal Beauty, nor would'st shame For now thy presence leaves no prospect fair, Because life seems through thee a thing too great To spend on these, which else might grow to thee; So that fast bound, I idly hesitate : I prithee set me free ; Or, hold me, if thou wilt, but come not near, To faint before thy face. LEWIS MORRIS. THE UNREALIZED IDEAL. Y only love is always near,- I see her twinkling feet, I hear She foots it ever fair and young, Her locks are tied in haste, She ran before me in the meads; And yet her voice is in my dreams, |