That years of love have been forgot BRIDAL BALLAD. HE ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell — For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now. But he spoke to reassure me, And he kissed my pallid brow, And thus the words were spoken, That proves me happy now! May not be happy now. B TO F. ELOVED! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path — (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose) — My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows And thus my memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea Some ocean throbbing far and free With storms—but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright island smile. SCENES FROM "POLITIAN"; AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA. ROME. I. A Hall in a Palace. Alessandra and Castiglione. LESSANDRA. Thou art sad, Castiglione, Oh, I'm the happiest, happiest man in Rome! Aless. Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing Cas. Did I sigh? I was not conscious of it. It is a fashion, A silly a most silly fashion I have When I am very happy. Did I sigh? (Sighing.) Aless. Thou didst. indulged Thou art not well. Thou hast Too much of late, and I am vexed to see it. Late hours and wine, Castiglione, - these Will ruin thee! thou art already altered Thy looks are haggard nothing so wears away The constitution as late hours and wine. Cas. (musing). Nothing, fair cousin, nothing-not even deep sorrow Wears it away like evil hours and wine. I will amend. Aless. Do it! I would have thee drop Cas. I will drop them. Aless. Thou wilt thou must. Attend thou also more To thy dress and equipage - they are over plain Aless. (haughtily). Thou mockest me, sir! Aless. Heard I aright? I speak to him he speaks of Lalage! Sir Count! (places her hand on his shoulder) what art thou dreaming? he's not well! What ails thee, sir? |