The third nor love, nor friendship!-There Indeed love's dream should end; As coldest stranger better far Than lover turned to friend! No kiss I gave that seal-no name— The signet, whence the impress came, I smiled to think 't was so-'t was strange! And have such cause to sigh; How couldst thou, fairest creature, change? O, wherefore could not I! J. S. KNOWLES. A crest without a name. THE SEALS. [Suggested by the preceding.] THRICE has my love changed her seal, How full the cup of bliss must be, When love and friendship join Their richest hues and flowers to form The nuptial wreath divine. The first impression from thy hand Implied thy constancy ;* And told my raptur'd heart thy love The sunflower. The seal is chang'd-my throbbing breast What thoughts of rapture fill; As thus assured, 66 Though lost to sight, Yet dear to memory still."* Thy second kind epistle brings When youth and beauty fade away, On her unmoulted wing.t But now the third dear change is come T' inspire a loftier flame Of rapture. While I gaze upon The crest without a name. I fear no rival in thy heart; No name is there engrav'd; it stands "Though lost to sight, to memory dear." Not long, my lovely fair, thy heart And each succeeding hour shall bring And every throb my heart shall feel T. B. SMITH. A NYMPH'S PASSION. I love, and he loves me again, For if the nymphs should know my swain, I fear they'd love him too; Yet if he be not known The pleasure is as good as none, For that's a narrow joy is but our own. I'll tell, that if they be not glad, It were a plague 'bove scorn, Unless my heart would, as my thoughts, be torn. He is, if they can find him, fair, That are this morning blown; Yet, yet I doubt, he is not known, And fear much more that more of him be shown. And he hath eyes so round and bright, As make away my doubt, Where Love may all his torches light But then, t'increase my fears, What nymph soe'er his voice but bears, Will be my rival, though she have but ears. |