LOVER'S SONG

 ("Mon âme à ton coeur s'est donnée.") 
 
 {ANGELO, Act II., May, 1835.} 


 My soul unto thy heart is given, 
 In mystic fold do they entwine, 
 So bound in one that, were they riven, 
 Apart my soul would life resign. 
 Thou art my song and I the lyre; 
 Thou art the breeze and I the brier; 
 The altar I, and thou the fire; 
 Mine the deep love, the beauty thine! 
 As fleets away the rapid hour 
 While weeping—may 
 My sorrowing lay 
 Touch thee, sweet flower. 
 
 ERNEST OSWALD COE. 


 A FLEETING GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE. 
 
 ("Tout vit! et se pose avec grâce.") 


 How graceful the picture! the life, the repose! 
 The sunbeam that plays on the porchstone wide; 
 And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows, 
 And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side. 
 
 Fraser's Magazine. 


 

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