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A YEAR'S SPINNING.
He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
While through the door he brought the sun.
That love ne’er ended, once begun :
What was the truth for only one.
A young man's wooing as I spun:
For I have, since, a harder known!
I thought-o God !—my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown: I listened in mine agony
It was the silence made me groan!
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,
(Who cursed me on her death-bed lone) And my dead baby's (God it save !)
Who, not to bless me, would not moan.
A stone upon my heart and head,
But no name written on the stone!
* This sinner was a loving one-
And let the door ajar remain,
In case he should pass by anon;
That He, when passing in the sun,
CHANGE UPON CHANGE.
Five months ago, the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
Along the stream, beside the hedge.
For if I do not hear thy foot,
Shouldst thou change less than they?
And slow, slow as the winter snow,
The tears bave drifted to mine eyes; And my poor cheeks, five months ago Set blushing at thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise. VOL. III.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
Should I change less than thou ?
I STAND by the river where both of us stood,
One forlorn since that day.
As thy vow did, that day.
I stand by the river, I think of the vow;
And my lover that day?