And credit her desired regard. How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine, O Queen! awake to thy renown, Require what 'tis our wealth to give, Must yet in this thy praise abate, Than fits his fellowship with thee. High thoughts had shaped the foolish brow, Seller and buyer both disgrace; Then to my room I went, and closed and lock'd the door, And cast myself down on my bed, And there, with many a blissful tear, I vow'd to love and pray'd to wed The Maiden who had grown so dear; Thank'd God who had set her in my path; And promised, as I hoped to win, I never would sully my faith By the least selfishness or sin; Whatever in her sight I'd seem I'd really be; I'd never blend With my delight in her a dream 'Twould change her cheek to comprehend; And, if she wished it, I'd prefer Another's to my own success; And always seek the best for her With unofficious tenderness. Rising, I breathed a brighter clime, Contemned not those who did not love; And I could not but feel that then I shone with something of her grace, And went forth to my fellow men She was all mildness; yet 'twas writ Upon her beauty legibly, "He that's for heaven itself unfit, Let him not hope to merit me. And such a challenge, quite apart From thoughts of love, humbled, and thus To sweet repentance moved my heart, And made me more magnanimous, And led me to review my life, Inquiring where in aught the least, Ill might be mended, hope increased: Might hope where reason would despair. COVENTRY PATMORE. A RED, RED ROSE. Он, my luve's like a red, red rose, As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile. DRAMA. ROBERT BURNS. HE stood beside me. The embodied vision of the brightest dream, THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me who knows how? To the chamber window, sweet! |