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All my life's bliss from thy dear life. was given, [thee All my life's bliss is in the grave with

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,

And even Despair was powerless to destroy;

Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,

Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion

Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;

Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten mine. Down to that tomb already more than

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,

Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,

How could I seek the empty world again?

MARIA GOWEN BROOKS.

[From Zophiel.]

SONG OF EGLA.

DAY, in melting purple dying;
Blossoms, all around me sighing;
Fragrance, from the lilies straying;
Zephyr, with my ringlets playing;
Ye but waken my distress;
I am sick of loneliness!

Thou, to whom I love to hearken,
Come, ere night around me darken;
Though thy softness but deceive me,
Say thou'rt true, and I'll believe thee;

Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent,
Let me think it innocent!

Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure;
All I ask is friendship's pleasure;

Let the shining ore lie darkling,
Bring no gem in lustre sparkling;

Gifts and gold are naught to me,
I would only look on thee!

Tell to thee the high-wrought feeling,
Ecstasy, but in revealing;
Paint to thee the deep sensation,
Rapture in participation;

Yet but torture, if comprest
In a lone, unfriended breast.

Absent still! Ah! come and bless me!
Let these eyes again caress thee.
Once in caution, I could fly thee;
Now, I nothing could deny thee.

In a look if death there be,
Come, and I will gaze on thee!

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Pleasant it was to tread the mountain thyme,

Sweet was the pure and piny mountain ether,

Hunger and darkness, cold and storm | And pleasant all; but this was in the

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Spring sod of its parent shore;

Never shall harm it more.

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