And the kine's keeper, came Ages have fled since then: But deem not my pierced trunk And scanty leafage serve And there hath pass'd from me Into the minds of men: And holiest things that are Womanhood's years have been only a dream. Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Yet, with strong yearning and pas-Never hereafter to wake or to weep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep! sionate pain, Long I to-night for your presence again. MAKE me no vows of constancy, dear friend, To love me, though I die, thy whole life long, And love no other till thy days shall end; Nay, it were rash and wrong. If thou canst love another, be it so; I would not reach out of my quiet grave To bind thy heart, if it should choose to go: Love should not be a slave. strife: The vexing gnats of every day. Is mightier than the fiercest shock; The constant fall of water-drops Will groove the adamantine rock; We feel our noblest powers decay, In feeble wars with every day. We rise to meet a heavy blow Our souls a sudden bravery fills But we endure not always so The drop-by-drop of little ills! We still deplore and still obey The hard behests of every day. The heart which boldly faces death Upon the battle-field, and dares Cannon and bayonet, faints beneath The needle-points of frets and cares; "he stoutest spirits they dismay The tiny stings of every day. "The loss outweighs the profit far; | Conveyed the perfect charm. AUTUMNAL SONNET. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the keyhole, telling how it passed O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim, wide wave; and now the power is felt Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve. |