LOVE IN A LIFE. ROOM after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her, 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. Spend my whole day in the quest, who cares? LIFE IN A LOVE. SCAPE me? E Never, Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, It seems too much like a fate, indeed! - 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, Απ MEMORABILIA. H, did you once see Shelley plain, And did you speak to him again? But you were living before that, My starting moves your laughter! I crossed a moor with a name of its own For there I picked up on the heather AFTER. `AKE the cloak from his face, and at first ΤΑ Let the corpse do its worst. 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, — both strike On his senses alike, 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 In the field, by the fold, His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn I stand here now, he lies in his place, — IN THREE DAYS. O, I shall see her in three days S% And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long hours, and that is morn. 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 Be happy that no worse befell.” "Three days and one short night beside With an end somewhere undescried." No fear! This minute, it dies out in scorn. |