With spirit vanish'd, beauty waned, Of all that was my Marguerite's own? I will not know!-for wherefore try To things by mortal course that live For which they were not meant, to give? Like driftwood spars which meet and pass Upon the boundless ocean-plain, So on the sea of life, alas! Man nears man, meets, and leaves again. I knew it when my life was young! I feel it still, now youth is o'er! URANIA. HE smiles and smiles, and will not sigh, SHE While we for hopeless passion die; Yet she could love, those eyes declare, Eagerly once her gracious ken But light the serious visage grew— She look'd, and smiled, and saw them through! Our petty souls, our strutting wits, Our labour'd, puny passion-fits Ah, may she scorn them still, till we Scorn them as bitterly as she! Yet show her once, ye heavenly Powers, One of some worthier race than ours! How deeply she who scorns can love. His eyes be like the starry lights His voice like sounds of summer nights In all his lovely mien let pierce The magic of the universe! And she to him will reach her hand, Then will she weep -with smiles, till then, Their pure, unwavering, deep disdain. I EUPHROSYNE. WILL not say that thou wast true, Yet let me say that thou wast fair! And they that lovely face who view, They should not ask if truth be there. Truth-what is truth? Two bleeding hearts Wounded by men, by Fortune tried, Outwearied with their lonely parts, Vow to beat henceforth side by side. The world to them was stern and drear, But souls whom some benignant breath For they are happy as they are. The world to them may homage make, And garlands for their forehead weave; And what the world can give, they takeBut they bring more than they receive. They smile upon the world! their ears They will not give us love and tears- On one she smiled, and he was blest! She smiles elsewhere-we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child-it was the bliss within. |