SIGH in the morning gray!
And a solitary tear,

Slow to gather, slow to fall;
And a painful blush of shame
At the mention of thy name-
This is little, this is all,

False one, that remains to say,

That thy love of old was hereThat thy love hath passed away!

AUBREY DE VERE.

H! love is like the rose,

And a month it may not see,

Ere it withers where it grows—
Rosalie !

I loved thee from afar ;

Oh! my heart was lift to thee

Like a glass up to a star-
Rosalie !

Thine eye was glassed in mine

As the moon is in the sea,

And its shine was on the brine-
Rosalie !

The rose hath lost its red,

And the star is in the sea,

And the briny tear is shed

Rosalie !

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.

A

LONG the shore, along the shore
I see the wavelets meeting;
But thee I see-ah, never more,

For all my wild heart's beating.
go,

The little wavelets come and

The tide of life ebbs to and fro,

Advancing and retreating :

But from the shore, the steadfast shore,

The sea is parted never:

And mute I hold thee evermore,

For ever and for ever.

Along the shore, along the shore,
I hear the waves resounding,
But thou will cross them never more
For all my wild heart's bounding :
The moon comes out above the tide,
And quiets all the waters wide,

Her pathway bright surrounding:

While on the shore, the dreary shore,
I walk with weak endeavour,
I have thy love's light evermore,

For ever and for ever.

DINAH MARIA CRAIK.

SHE CAME AND WENT.

S a twig trembles which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,
So is my memory thrilled and stirred ;—
I only know she came and went.

As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,
The blue dome's measureless content,
So my soul held that moment's heaven ;—
I only know she came and went.

As, at one bound, our swift Spring heaps
The orchards full of bloom and scent,
So clove her May my wintry sleeps ;-
I only know she came and went.

An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays ;-
I only know she came and went.