And from thy heart the fancy fled Like the Rose-leaves on the river shed; Than the world and all its treasures are: Nor break the spell by word or look! ROBERT BUCHANAN. NOT LOVE. HAVE not, yet I would have loved thee, sweet. art, The engrafted thought in me throve incomplete, And grew to summer strength in every part Of root and leaf, but hath not borne the flower: Love hath refrained his fulness from my heart. I know no better beauty, none with power To hold mine eyes through change and change as thine, Like southern skies that alter with each hour And yet are changeless, and their calm divine I know no fairer nature, nor where, cast Nor where more fit alike show tender ruth, But some day I, so wont to praise thee so, Some day, methinks, and who can tell how near, I may, to thee unchanged, be praising thee With one not worthier but a world more dear; With one I know not yet, who shall, may be, Be not so fair, be not in aught thy peer; Who shall be all that thou art not to me. AUGUSTA WEBSTER. SOMEWHERE OR OTHER. OMEWHERE or other there must surely be Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Somewhere or other, may be far or near; Fallen on a turf grown green. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. OUTCRY. N all my singing and speaking, Lovely and lonely seeming, In all my thinking and sighing, Of word, or thought, or sigh. In all my joying and grieving, |