But from my heart was springing
Wild music like a bird's:

Now I sing, love-now I sing, love,
A fine Italian air;

But it's not so glad a thing, love,

As Childhood's ballads were!

IV.

I was merry-I was merry
When my little lovers came,
With a lily, or a cherry,

Or a new-invented game;

Now I've you, love-now I've you, love,
To kneel before me there;

But

you know you're not so true, love, As Childhood's lovers were!

(JUNE, 1833.)

SHADOWS OF SADNESS.

I.

SHADOWS of sadness

Come o'er thy young bride; They cloud all her gladness, They calm all her pride; A bright home I leave, love; From dear friends I fly; In bliss I must grieve, love; In bliss let me sigh!

II.

On the green bowers

That echoed my song,

On all the glad flowers
I cherished so long,--
On yon merry brook, love,
In light gushing by,
I look my last look, love;
For these let me sigh!

III.

There my gay brother

Less joyous is grown;

And there my fond mother
Sits pensive and lone;
Roam-rest where I will, love,

Beneath a fair sky,

They'll sigh for me still, love;
For them let me sigh!

IV.

Though I forget not

The name I bear now,

And though I regret not
The ring or the vow,
A cloud's on my heart, love,
A tear's in mine eye;

Most dear as thou art, love,

To-day let me sigh!

(DECEMBER 16, 1836.)

CHARADES AND ENIGMAS.