A LIFE'S LYRIC. I. WITH hearts of youth in the well of truth My Love and I went diving, Like the banded bees, 'gainst the winds that freeze Sweet thoughts and joys a hiving. Naught cared we then for the world of men, Knowing nor good nor evil, As glowing we lay, 'neath the blushing May, And she so light took my heart and sight With love-tones and faëry-wiles, While the wing'd days flew o'er the waters blue, Each radiant alike with smiles. II. But the doubt came in; and then the sin Of Pride came on apace, Making scenes so cheery a wilderness dreary, I knew that her pride was sorely tried By the love of one like me : But oh! that such leaven should mar such a heaven, That summer alone by the sea! And now it is flown; nor sigh, nor groan, E'er brings to my spirit relief: Though my anger is past, her scorn doth last III. "O let not my cry, O Love most high, Add to thy scorn thy hate!" So runs my bewailing, like an empty wailing "No more can I view the ocean blue, Nor the blossom of hawthorn bright, Nor sail in the skiff, nor mount the green cliff, "When I left thee for aye, and thou wert gay, IV. Near the sandy rim of ocean dim,— A hot and forsaken shore, Where on still spring-nights mid the wooded heights Is heard the nightingale's lore; Near a dingle sweet where trees do meet Is a marble shrine oft kiss'd by the brine And over this tomb grows the red may-bloom, As Love in the end may cover By a late relenting, the humble repenting A MADONNA OF 1310. SHE is stiff and thin, but the eyes at least Shine with an earnest love and true; Though the brows and nose, it must be confess'd, Are formal and hard; while the sweet mouth too Stiffens with gravity, where should float A smile to take hearts unaware; Yet I can fancy a carolling note Making those white lips rosy and fair! Was not this lady, with great gold crown, Her lank hair like a metal plate,— Some sweet Italian girl, whose eye, While she sang right blithely down the street, Flash'd up at Giotto suddenly, As she tripp'd away on her light hind's feet? |