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NO AND YES.

OF I could choose my paradise,

And please myself with choice of bliss, Then I would have your soft blue eyes And rosy little mouth to kiss ; Your lips, as smooth and tender, child, As rose-leaves in a coppice wild.

If fate bade choose some sweet unrest,
To weave my troubled life a snare,
Then I would say "her maiden breast,
And golden ripple of her hair;"

And

weep amid those tresses, child, Contented to be thus beguiled.

THOMAS ASHE.

VE within the lover's breast

Burns like Hesper in the West,
O'er the ashes of the sun,

Till the day and night are done;

Then when dawn drives up his car-
Lo! it is the morning star.

Love thy love pours down on mine
As the sunlight on the vine,

As the snow rill on the vale,

As the salt breeze on the sail ;

As the song unto the bird

On my lips thy name is heard.

As a dewdrop on the rose
In thy heart my passion glows;
As a skylark to the sky,
Up into thy breast I fly;
As a sea-shell of the sea
Ever shall I sing of thee.

GEORGE MEREDITH.

IKE an island in a river,

Art thou, my love, to me;

And I journey by thee ever
With a gentle ecstasie.

I arise to fall before thee,

I come to kiss thy feet;
To adorn thee and adore thee,
Mine only one! my sweet!

And thy love hath power upon me,
Like a dream upon a brain;

For the loveliness which won me,
With the love, too, doth remain.

And my life it beautifieth
Though love be but a shade,
Known of only ere it dieth,
By the darkness it hath made.

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.

THE TREASURE-SHIP.

Y heart is freighted full of love,
As full as any argosy,

With gems below and gems above,
And ready for the open sea;
For the wind is blowing summerly.

Full strings of nature's beaded pearl,
Sweet tears! composed in amorous ties
And turkis-lockets, that no churl

Hath fashioned out mechanic-wise,

But all made up of thy blue eyes.

And girdles wove of subtle sound,
And thoughts not trusted to the air,
Of antique mould,-the same as bound,

In Paradise, the primal pair,

Before Love's art and niceness were.

And carcanets of living sighs;

Gems that have dropped from Love's own stem, And one small jewel that I prize

The darling gaud of all of them-
I wot, so rare and fine a gem
Ne'er glowed on Eastern anadem.

I've cased the rubies of thy smiles,
In rich and triply-plated gold;
But this no other wealth defiles,
Itself, itself can only hold-

The stealthy kiss on Maple-wold.

RICHARD, LORD HOUGHTON.

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