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POEMS.
No soul could be
At peace when it had entered in my house,
If the foundations it could touch or see,
Which stay the pillars of my house!
At peace when it had entered in my house,
If the foundations it could touch or see,
Which stay the pillars of my house!
TWO TRUTHS.
"
ARLING," he said, "I never meant
To hurt you;" and his eyes were wet.
"I would not hurt you for the world:
Am I to blame if I forget?"
ARLING," he said, "I never meantTo hurt you;" and his eyes were wet.
"I would not hurt you for the world:
Am I to blame if I forget?"
"Forgive my selfish tears!" she cried,
"Forgive! I knew that it was not
Because you meant to hurt me, sweet,—
I knew it was that you forgot!"
"Forgive! I knew that it was not
Because you meant to hurt me, sweet,—
I knew it was that you forgot!"
But all the same, deep in her heart
Rankled this thought, and rankles yet,—
"When love is at its best, one loves
So much that he cannot forget."
Rankled this thought, and rankles yet,—
"When love is at its best, one loves
So much that he cannot forget."
GONDOLIEDS.
I.
YESTERDAY.
EAR yesterday, glide not so fast;O, let me cling
To thy white garments floating past;
Even to shadows which they cast
