For the fancies, rare and golden,
That our words could never reach, –

By all these my oath is given,
Though my soul remember not
Earthly fame or hope of heaven,
She shall never be forgot!

ON

UNREST.

NE o'clock! and still I ponder
On the joys of yesterday;

Never lover weaker, fonder,
Sighed the weary hours away.

Ill-content with saying, singing,
All its worship o'er and o'er ;
Still the heart would fain be clinging
Round its idol, evermore!

Half in pleasure, half in sorrow,
Thinking o'er each fervent kiss,
Still I vainly strive to borrow

From the Past its buried bliss.

Now I hear her fondly sighing,
As when late we sat alone,
While the dancers' feet were flying,
Ah! the sigh is but my own!

"Thus my darling I would smother!"
In my dreaming oft I say;
Foolish lips! that kiss each other!
Hers, alas! are far away!

ΙΟ

On my cheek I feel the billow

Of her glowing bosom beat, – Ah! 't is but the pulseless pillow!

Shall I curse, or bless the cheat?

Dreaming waking- I am weary;
Would that morning might appear;

KISS me softly and speak to me low;

Malice has ever a vigilant ear;

What if Malice were lurking near?
Kiss me, dear!

Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

II.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
Envy too has a watchful ear;

What if Envy should chance to hear?
Kiss me, dear!

Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

III.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low; Trust me, darling, the time is near When we may love with never a fear; Kiss me, dear!

Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

TO LESBIA.

"On s'embrasse a chaque instant,

Puis encore !"

I.

GIVE me kisses!

VICTOR HUGO.

do not stay,

Counting in that careful way;

All the coins your lips can print

Never will exhaust the mint;

Measuring nectar by the drop;
Though to millions they amount,
They will never drain the fount;

Give me kisses!-though their worth

Far exceeds the gems of earth,

Never pearls so rich and pure
Cost so little, I am sure;

Kiss me, then,

Every moment — and again !

V.

Give me kisses! - Nay, 't is true
I am just as rich as you;
And for every kiss I owe,

I can pay you back, you know;

Kiss me, then,

Every moment — and again!

MY SAXON BLONDE.

THEY say the dark-eyed maids of Spain

But

Are passionate and fond;

eyes of blue are tender and true; Give me my Saxon blonde !

An arch coquette is the bright brunette;
Blithe and merry and gay;

Her love may last till the Summer is past,
But my blonde's forever and aye!

If bards of old the truth have told,
The Sirens have raven hair;

But o'er the earth, since art had birth,
They paint the Angels fair!

Ah, well! —maybe, the truth to see,

A lover is over fond;

And I can't deny - nor will I try –
My love is a golden blonde !

DARLING, TELL ME YES.

A SONG.

I.

NE little moment more, Maud;

ΟΝ

One little whisper more;

I have a word to speak, Maud,

I never breathed before.

What can it be but love, Maud ?
And do I rightly guess

'T is pleasant to your ear, Maud?
O darling! tell me yes!

II.

The burden of my heart, Maud,
There's little need to tell;
There's little need to say, Maud,
I've loved you long and well.
There's language in a sigh, Maud,
'One 's meaning to express;

And yours

O darling! tell me yes!

III.

My eyes have told my love, Maud;

And on my burning cheek