Oh, when the room grows slowly dim, JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. NEVER AGAIN. EVER again. This shivering rose, that sees Will bud next summer with more fair than these- Never again. Oh, dearest, do you know Never again. The love we break to-day And even with you some memory must remain, But ah! no more. The sunlight died away Will wake again, but never wakes the past Never again, never again. AUGUSTA WEBSTER. I. HAT matter-what matter-O friend, though the Sea In lines of silvery fire may slide O'er the sands so tawny and tender and wide, "No matter, no matter, in sooth," said he: II. What matter-what matter-dear friend, can it be, "No matter, no matter, in truth," said he : "But the streak that fades and fades as we part, Is a broken voice and a breaking heart: -No more to me!" ALFRED DOMETT. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. WEET! in the flow'ry garland of our love, A secret strand of purest gold entwined. While bloomed the magic flowers we scarcely knew The gold was there. But now their petals strew Life's pathway; and instead, with scarce a sigh, We see the cold but fadeless circlet lie. With scarce a sigh !—and yet the flowers were fair, But this bright thread of unadulterate oreFriendship-will last though Love exist no more ; And though it lack the fragrance of the wreath,— Unlike the flowers, it hides no thorn beneath. SIR NOEL PATON. DALLYING. EAR love, I have not ask'd you yet; Say if it shall be so. The colour on your cheek, which plays See, pluck this flower of wood-sorrel, Its woodland grace becomes you well, Oft you sit 'mid the daisies here, Yet day by day goes by ;-I fear As some first autumn tint looks strange, Would your soft "yes" our loving change?- THOMAS ASHE. |