LIFE IN A LOVE. R LOVE IN A LIFE. OOM after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her, Next time, herself! not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,- Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune, Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. LIFE IN A LOVE. ESCAPE me? Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear, It seems too much like a fate, indeed! 65 Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed, But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And baffled, get up to begin again,· So the chace takes up one's life, that's all. While, look but once from your furthest bound, At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope drops to ground Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark, I shape me, Ever Removed! MEMORABILIA. AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak to him again? I crossed a moor with a name of its own For there I picked up on the heather IN THREE DAYS. T AFTER. AKE the cloak from his face, and at first How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And, absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance, On his senses alike, - both strike And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? I would we were boys as of old His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn I stand here now, he lies in his place,— 0, IN THREE DAYS. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, 67 Too long, this time of year, the days! O loaded curls, release your store Through lights and darks how manifold, – What great fear should one say, "Three days That change the world, might change as well Your fortune; and if joy delays, Be happy that no worse befell." What small fear-if another says, "Three days and one short night beside But years must teem with change untried, With an end somewhere undescried." This minute, it dies out in scorn. Fear? I shall see her in three days |