His eyes are red with tears of woe,
His cheeks are pale, and his heart is sore;
But Love has come back at last, and, oh!
Love will be faithful evermore.

One Wish.

My thoughts are gliding down the stream,
Ah, faster than the river flows;
And idly in my heart I dream
Of islands where the lotus grows.

I fear not rapids, waterfall,
Or whirlpool leading down to death,
If love but my tired heart enthrall,
And I may sip a woman's breath.

I care not what may be my fate.
Roll on, mad river, to the sea;
Drown all ambition, pride, and hate,--
But leave one woman's love to me.

For Me.

I heard her song,
Low in the night,
From out her casement steal away,
Nor thought it wrong
To steal a sight
Of her--and lo! she knelt to pray.

I heard her say,
"Forgive him, Lord;
Such as he seems he cannot be."
I turned away,
Myself abhorred.
She prayed--and oh! she prayed for me.

To a Water-color.

Sweet Phyllis, maid of yesterday,
Come down from out that frame,
And tell me why you looked so gay--
Likewise your other name.

Had bold Sir Plume confessed his love
And asked you if you'd wed?
And had he called you "Lovey-dove"?
And how long are you dead?

Where did you get that wondrous gown,
Those patches, and that hair?
And how were things in London town
The last time you were there?

And did you die a maid or wife,
Your husband lord or knave?
And how did you like this jolly life?
And how do you like the grave?

The Serenade.

Under my casement, as I pray,
My lover sings my cares away
With many a half-forgotten lay.

He leans against the linden-tree,
And sings old songs of Arcady
That he knows well are loved by me.

Half through the night the sweet strains float
Like wind-blown rose-leaves, note by note,
Over the great wall and the moat,

Up to my window, till they teem
Into my soul, and almost seem
To be there even when I dream.

And his heart trembling beats with bliss
If I but throw him one small kiss
Just as I now throw this, and this

To the Rose in her hair.

Poor little rose, I pity you--
Sweet as Oporto's wind when fruity--
Tortured an evil hour or two,
Just to