As souls, ambitious, but low-born,

If greatly raised by luck or wit, All pride of place will proudly scorn,

And live as they'd been used to it,
So we two wore our strange estate:
Familiar, unaffected, free,

We talked, until the dusk grew late,
Of this and that; but, after tea,

As doubtful if a lot so sweet

As our's was our's in very sooth,

Like children, to promote conceit,

We feigned that it was not the truth;

And she assumed the maiden coy,

And I adored remorseless charms,

And then we clapped our hands for joy, And ran into each other's arms.

THOMAS BAILEY
BAILEY ALDRICH.

1836.

["The Ballad of Babie Bell." 1859.]

PALABRAS CARIÑOSAS.

GOOD night! I have to say good night
To such a host of peerless things!
Good night unto that snowy hand,
All queenly with its weight of rings!
Good night to fond delicious eyes,
Good night to chestnut braids of hair,
Good night unto the perfect mouth,
And all the sweetness nestled there!

The snowy hand detains me, then
I'll have to say good night again!

But there will come a time, my love,
When, if I read our stars aright,
I shall not linger by this porch

With my adieus. Till then, good night!
You wish the time were now and I.

You do not blush to wish it so?

You would have blushed yourself to death
To own so much a year ago!

What, both these snowy hands! ah, then
I'll have to say good night again!

که

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