THE TEMPLE OF FRIENDSHIP.
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By the stream, in the silent shade, he walks where the two have made
Their resting-place for the noon: "'T is Friendship!" they cry; and soon
Love's guile on their hearts is laid.
"O, the goddess is good!" she said, as she bent her golden head
And looked in the minstrel's face. "She stands by our resting-place
And blesses our peaceful love!"
As she spoke, a flame shot through her breast, and her eyes of blue
Grew moist with a subtle bliss. "Sweet friend!" she cried, and her kiss
Clung soft on the poet's lips.
"Ah, me! "he sighed," if they knew, those feverish lovers who woo
