Upón October First I paid my Love a vísit; Her cheeks were sunk and pále, with a red spot in the middle: "Ah!" said she, "the winter 's neár, for the leaves are falling, fálling But you'll think of me in spring when you hear the blackbird whistle." Upón November First I paid my Love a vísit; It was a lowering morning and the rain was drizzling dreáry: "It will be brighter by and bý," said I, between my fingers Her emáciated wrist taking "Yes, yes," said she, "in heaven." Upón December First when I paid my Love a vísit I met, 'twas for the first time, no stretched-out hand, no greéting, For she lay there in her shroúd wrapt, more lovely fair than éver, And if never more to love me, pain to suffer néver. Upón this First of Jánuary, désolate and lonely I sit here, in the churchyard, watching by my Love's grave; And if I weep, it's not for hér, for shé 's safe from all sorrow, But for myself behind her left so désolate and lonely. Dalkey Lodge, DALKEY, April 14, 1855. THE són 's a poor, wretched, unfortunate creáture, With a náme no less wrétched: I-WOULD-IF-I-COULD; DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 12, 1855. YOU don't like my writings, won't read them nor búy them; Then dó me the favor at least, to decrý them; Where the praise of good júdges is hárd to be hád, DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 8, 1855. "I BELIEVE it," said Faith, "though I know it's a flát And no one was wicked enough to deceive me, DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 1, 1855. "ÉVEN the Lovely must die” * To be sure, Mr. poet, Éven the Lovely must die; do you think we don't know it? DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, May 27, 1855. MAIN Fórce with saw, hátchet and strong rope achieved, And flat with the first breath of wind fell the cédar. DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 2, 1855. IN the height of his glóry said César to Cássius: "Mankind will talk of me for ever with wonder." "To be súre, mighty César," said Cassius, "mankind will Of theé and thy great deeds talk ever with wonder; But the wonder of wonders will still be that César, Magnánimous César, so cáred to be tálked of." DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 1, 1855. Auch das Schöne muss sterben. SCHILLER. SLEEP and Wáking ónce a strife had: Thús their séparate cáses árgued: "I'm the favorite," first said Wáking, "For the whole wide world 's for mé made, Eárth, sun, moón, and áll the little stars, Nót to speak of lámp and gás light." "Wretched Wáking," said Sleep listless, "Take thy gimcracks pleasure, prófit, "Hére at ease upón this bénch stretched Háve it in my dreams for nóthing; "Ín my dreams have pleasures, riches, "I take wing and through the air fly, "Yét no rísk run; míne not thine are Scarce had Sleep the last word úttered, "Sáve me, sáve me," criéd Sleep hálf choked "Whó 's God's favorite nów?" said Wáking Ás he cút the noóse and sáved Sleep Ánd drove off the grinning monster. STROMBERG, RHENISH PRUSSIA, July 11, 1855. |