Their tender I often felt holy, their bitter I sometimes called sweet; And whenever their heart has refused me, I fell down straight at their feet. I have loved," she said,— "Man is weak, God is dread, Yet the weak man dies with his spirit at ease, Having poured such an unguent of love but once on the Saviour's feet, As I lavished for these." "Go," I cried, "thou hast chosen the Human, and left the Divine ! Then, at least, have the Human shared with thee their wild berry-wine? Have they loved back thy love, and when strangers approached thee with blame, Have they covered thy fault with their kisses, and loved thee the same?" But she shrunk and said, “God, over my head, Must sweep in the wrath of His judgment-seas, If He shall deal with me sinning, but only indeed the same And no gentler than these." A MANS REQUIREMENTS. LOVE me, Sweet, with all thou art, Love me with thine open youth Love me with thine azure eyes, Can Heaven's truth be wanting? Love me with their lids, that fall Love me with thine hand stretched out Love me with thy loitering foot,— Love me with thy voice, that turns Love me with thy blush that burns Love me with thy thinking soul, Love me with thy thoughts that roll Love me in thy gorgeous airs, When the world has crowned thee Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, With the angels round thee. Love me pure, as musers do, Through all hopes that keep us brave, Further off or nigher, Love me for the house and grave, And for something higher. Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear, I will love thee-half a year— THE LADY'S YES. YES," " I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say: Colours seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. When the viols played their best, Lamps above and laughs below, Call me false or call me free, No man on your face shall see Yet the sin is on us both; Time to dance is not to woo ; Wooing light makes fickle troth, Scorn of me recoils on you. Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly as the thing is high, Bravely, as for life and death, With a loyal gravity. Lead her from the festive boards, MAY'S LOVE. You love all, you say, Round, beneath, above me : Find me then some way Better than to love me, Me, too, dearest May! O world-kissing eyes Which the blue heavens melt to! I, sad, overwise, Loathe the sweet looks dealt to All things-men and flies. You love all, you say: Therefore, Dear, abate me Just your love, I pray! Shut your eyes and hate me- AMY'S CRUELTY. FAIR Amy of the terraced house, Assist me to discover Why you who would not hurt a mouse Can torture so your lover. You give your coffee to the cat, And all your face grows kinder at But when he haunts your door. . the town You never give a look, not you, Nor drop him a 'Good-morning,' To keep his long day warm and blue, She shook her head-" The mouse and bee The dog is happy at my knee, "But he to him, the least thing given "They say love gives as well as takes; My mother's first smile when she wakes "I only know my mother's love "Unless he gives me all in change, |