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She took the glass where Love's warm hands
A bright impervious vapor cast, She looks, but cannot see the sands,
Although she feels they ’re falling fast. But cold hours came, and then, alas !
She saw them falling frozen through, Till Love's warm light suffused the glass,
And hid the loos'ning sands from view!
DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY
DEATH AND CUPID. Ar! who but oft hath marvelled why
The gods, who rule above, Should e'er permit the young to die,
The old to fall in love?
What delight in some sweet spot
Ah! why should hapless human kind
Be punished out of season? — Pray listen, and perhaps you 'll find
My rhyme may give the reason.
Death, strolling out one summer's day,
Met Cupid, with his sparrows; And, bantering in a merry way,
Proposed a change of arrows. “Agreed !" quoth Cupid. “I foresee
The queerest game of errors;
And I'll be King of Terrors !"
And so `t was done ;- alas, the day
That multiplied their arts !Each from the other bore away
A portion of his darts.
To paint that living light I see,
| Awake!-- soft dews will soon arise And fix the soul that sparkles there."
From daisied mead and thorny brake :
Then, sweet, uncloud those eastern eyes, His prayer as soon as breathed was heard ;
And like the tender morning break ! His pallet touched by Love grew warm,
Awake! awake! And painting saw her thus transferred
Dawn forth, my love, for Love's sweet sake! From lifeless flowers to woman's form. Still, as from tint to tint he stole,
Awake !— within the musk-rose bower The fair design shone out the more,
I watch, pale flower of love, for thee. And there was now a life, a soul,
Ah, come ! and show the starry hour Where only colors glowed before.
What wealth of love thou hid'st from me! Then first carnation learned to speak,
Awake! awake! And lilies into life were brought;
Show all thy love, for Love's sweet sake ! While mantling on the maiden's cheek,
Awake ! — ne'er heed though listening night Young roses kindled into thought :
Steal music from thy silver voice; Then hyacinths their darkest dyes
Uncloud thy beauty, rare and bright, Upon the locks of beauty threw ;
And bid the world and me rejoice! And violets transformed to eyes,
Awake! awake ! Inshrined a soul within their blue.
She comes at last, for Love's sweet sake. CHORUS Blest be Love, to whom we owe All that's bright and fair below; Song was cold and painting dim,
INVOCATION TO THE ANGEL. Till song and painting learned from him.
FROM "HEAVEN AND EARTH."
I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee;
Many may worship thee, that will I not; UP! quit thy bower! late wears the hour,
nur If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee, Long have the rooks cawed round the tower ;
Descend and share my lot ! O'er flower and tree loud hums the bee,
Though I be formed of clay, And the wild kid sports merrily.
And thou of beams The sun is bright, the sky is clear ;
More bright than those of day. Wake, lady, wake! and hasten here.
On Eden's streams,
Thine immortality cannot repay Up, maiden fair ! and bind thy hair,
With love more warm than mine And rouse thee in the breezy air !
My love. There is a ray The lulling stream that soothed thy dream In me, which, though forbidden yet to shine, Is dancing in the sunny beam.
I feel was lighted at thy God's and thine. Waste not these hours, so fresh, so gay : It may be hidden long : death and decay Leave thy soft couch, and haste away!
Our mother Eve bequeathed us, but my heart Up! Time will tell the morning bell
Defies it; though this life must pass away, Its service-sound has chiméd well ;
Is that a cause for thee and me to part ? The aged crone keeps house alone,
Thou art immortal ; so am I : I feel — Tho reapers to the fields are gone.
I feel my immortality o'ersweep Lose not these hours, so cool, so gay :
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal, Lo! while thou sleep'st they haste away!
Like the eternal thunders of the deep,
FOR LOVE'S SWEET SAKE.
FLY TO THE DESERT, FLY WITH ME. AWAKE !- the starry midnight hour Hangs charmed, and pauseth in its flight;
SONG OP NOURMAHAL IN "THE LIGHT OF THE HAREM." In its own sweetness sleeps the flower,
“Fly to the desert, fly with me, And the doves lie hushed in deep delight. Our Arab tents are rude for thee; Awake! awake!
But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Look forth, my love, for Love's sweet sake! | Of tents with love or thrones without ?
“Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
As if ’t were fixed by magic there, —
Hadst thou but sung this witching strai:, I could forget — forgive thee all,
And never leave those eyes again."
As on his arm her head reposes,
“Remember, love, the Feast of Roses !”
“As if the very lips and eyes
“So came thy every glance and tone,
“Then fly with me, if thou hast known
“Come, if the love thou hast for me
“But if for me thou dost forsake
COME INTO THE GARDEN, MAUD.
For the black bat, night, has flown !
I am here at the gate alone;
And the musk of the roses blown.
And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves,
On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun that she loves,
To faint in its light, and to die.
The flute, violin, bassoon ;
To the dancers dancing in tune, -
And a hush with the setting moon.
With whom she has heart to be gay.'
She is weary of dance and play."
And half to the rising day ;
The last wheel echoes away.
In babble and revel and wine.
For one that will never be thine ?
“For ever and ever mine !"
There was a pathos in this lay,
That even without enchantment's art Would instantly have found its way
Deep into Selim's burning heart; But breathing, as it did, a tone To earthly lutes and lips unknown ; With every chord fresh from the touchOf music's spirit, 't was too much ! Starting, he dashed away the cup,
Which, all the time of this sweet air, His hand had held, untasted, up,