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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,

falling But you 'll think of me in spring when you hear the black

bird whistle.”

Upón November First I paid my Love a vísit; It was a lowering morning and the rain was drizzling dreary: "It will be brighter by and bý,” said I, between my fingers

taking Her emáciated wrist “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 láy there in her shroud wrapt, more lovely fair than

éver, And if never more to love me, pain to suffer néver.

Upon this First of Jánuary, désolate and lonely
I sit here, in the chúrchyard, watching by my Love's grave;
And if I weep, it

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 wretched: I-WOULD-IF-I - Could;
But the fáther 's rich, glórious and háppy and mighty
And his terrible náme is I- COULD - IF-I-WOULD.

DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 12, 1855.

You don't like my writings, won't reád them nor búy them;
Then dó me the fávor at least, to decrý them;
Where the praise of good judges is hard to be hád,
The next best thing to it 's the bláme of the bád.

DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 8, 1855.

“I BELIÉVE it,” said Faith, “though I know it 's a flát
Contradiction, and breach of supréme Nature's láws,
For I sáw it and heard it and félt it and smelt it,
And no one was wicked enough to deceive me,
And seeing and hearing and feeling and smelling
Are súrer than even supreme Nature's láws.

DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 1, 1855.

“ÉVEN the Lóvely must die” * To be sure, Mr. poet,
Éven the Lóvely must die; do you think we don't know it?
Yet bád as the case is and who doubts it 's bad ?
That the Úgly should not die were something more sad.

DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, May 27, 1855.

MAIN Fórce with saw, hátchet and strong rope achiéved,
Much sweating, the fall of the stoút- timbered cédar;
But Cúnning about the root dúg unperceived,
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 thee and thy great deeds talk ever with wonder; But the wonder of wonders will still be that César, Magnánimous César, so cảred to be talked of.

DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 1, 1855.

* Auch das Schöne muss sterben. SCHILLER.

SLEÉP and Wåking once a strife had:
Which was most by Providence fávored;
Ảnd with lawyerlike acúmen
Thús their séparate cases árgued:

«f 'm the favorite," first said Waking, “Fór the whole wide world 's for mé made, Earth, sun, moon, and all the little stars, Not to speak of lámp and gás light.”

“Wrétched Wáking,” said Sleep listless,
"Táke thy gimcracks and my píty,
Thoú that must keep álways hámmering
Át some fiddle fáddle nonsense.

“Táke thy gimcracks pleasure, profit,
Science, learning make much of them;
Ádd if it please thee lábor, énnui,
Sorrow, pain and thirst and hunger.

“Hére at ease upon this bénch stretched
Fór thy whole world í no stráw care,
Ór, if só be the whim táke me,
Háve it in my dreams for nothing;

“În my dreams have pleasures, riches,
Wisdom, fáme, and power and knowledge,
Double, triple, hundredfóld more
Thán e’er fell to thy lot, Waking.

“Í take wing and through the air fly,
Ór with fins glide through the water,
Ór turn pátriot and my fingers
Ráddle with the blood of César,

“Yét no rísk run; mine not thine are
Heáven and earth, time past and present
Good bye, Wáking; whát need more words?
Theé thy work calls, mé siésta.”

Scárce had Sleep the last word úttered,
Úp came Nightmare, hideous grinning,
Ảnd about Sleep's néck a noóse threw
Ánd began with main force pulling.

“Sáve me, save me," cried Sleep hálf choked -
“Whó 's God's fávorite now?” said Wáking
Ás he cut the noóse and saved Sleep
Ánd drove off the grinning monster.

STROMBERG, RHENISH PRUSSIA, July 11, 1855.

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