SIGH in the morning gray! Slow to gather, slow to fall; 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— I loved thee from afar ; Oh! my heart was lift to thee Like a glass up to a star- Thine eye was glassed in mine As the moon is in the sea, And its shine was on the brine- 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 For all my wild heart's beating. 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, Her pathway bright surrounding: While on the shore, the dreary shore, For ever and for ever. DINAH MARIA CRAIK. SHE CAME AND WENT. S a twig trembles which a bird As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven, As, at one bound, our swift Spring heaps An angel stood and met my gaze, |