And if he breathes Love's hopes and fears In many a soulless idol's shrine, The falsehoods fit for vulgar ears Were never fit for thine. Take back, take back the book to-night: Thou art too brightly-nobly fair, For hearts so worn as his to write Their worthless worship there. FEBRUARY 20, 1830. SECOND LOVE. "L'on n'aime bien qu'une seule fois : c'est la première. Les amours qui suivent sont moins involontaires !"-LA BRUYÈRE. How shall he woo her ?-Let him stand Beside her as she sings; And watch that fine and fairy hand How shall he woo her ?—Let him gaze In sad and silent trance On those blue eyes, whose liquid rays And let him tell her, eyes more bright, Though bright her own may beam, Will fling a deeper spell to-night How shall he woo her?-Let him try And swear by earth and sea and sky, He was not half so eloquent,— How shall he woo her?-Let him bow And let him tell her, when she parts That memory to many hearts Away, away! the chords are mute, But souls that lose what his hath lost,-- A RETROSPECT. "The Lady of his love, oh, she was changed, "Go thou, white in thy soul, to fill a throne Of innocence and sanctity in Heaven."-FORD. I KNEW that it must be ! Yea, thou art changed-all worshipped as thou artMourned as thou shalt be! sickness of the heart Hath done its work on thee! Thy dim eyes tell a tale A piteous tale of vigils; and the trace Changed Love!-but not alone! I am not what they think me; though my cheek The temple of my youth Was strong in moral purpose; once I felt I went into the storm, And mocked the billows of the tossing sea: Vainly the heart is steeled In Wisdom's armour; let her burn her books! I look upon them as the soldier looks Upon his cloven shield. Virtue and Virtue's rest How have they perished! through my onward course The glory and the glow Of the world's loveliness have past away; Is not the damning line Of guilt and grief engraven on me now? And the fierce passion which hath scathed thy brow Hath it not blasted mine? |