Was, the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a crime, I say. You of the virtue, (we issue join) How strive you? De te, fabula! LOVE IN A LIFE. 1. ROOм after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her, Next time, herself! - not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather. Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. Spend my whole day in the quest, who cares? - But 'tis twilight, you see,— with such suites to explore, Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune! LIFE IN A LOVE. ESCAPE me? 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! To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, 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, HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY. I ONLY knew one poet in my life: And this, or something like it, was his way. You saw go up and down Valladolid, Was courtly once and conscientious still, And many might have worn it, though none did: The cloak that somewhat shone and showed the threads Had purpose, and the ruff, significance. He walked and tapped the pavement with his cane, Scenting the world, looking it full in face, An old dog, bald and blindish, at his heels. They turned up, now, the alley by the church, That leads no whither; now, they breathed themselves Making a peaked shade blacker than itself Of some new shop a-building, French and fine. If any beat a horse, you felt he saw; The town's true master if the town but knew! |