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Remember, remember, thou silly one,
Or flourish a blooming bride?
"O the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold, And he lives on earth," said she; "But the Star is fair and he lives in the air, And he shall my bridegroom be."
But what if the stormy cloud should come,
Would he turn his eye from the distant sky,
To smile on a thing like thee?
O no, fair Lily, he will not send
One ray from his far-off throne;
The winds shall blow and the waves shall flow, And thou wilt be left alone.
There is not a leaf on the mountain top,
Nor a golden sand on the sparkling shore,
That he has not cheered with his fickle smile,
And warmed with his faithless beam,
And will he be true to a pallid flower,
That floats on the quiet stream?
THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY.
Alas for the Lily! she would not heed,
But turned to the skies afar,
And bared her breast to the trembling ray
The cloud came over the darkened sky,
And over the waters wide:
She looked in vain through the beating rain,
SHE twirled the string of golden beads,
With something like a youthful sigh,
"Well, one may trail her silken robe, And bind her locks with pearls,
And one may wreathe the woodland rose Among her floating curls;
And one may tread the dewy grass,
And one the marble floor,
Nor half-hid bosom heave the less,
Nor broidered corset more!
"Some years ago, a dark-eyed girl
And in her hand she held a flower,
A flower, whose speaking hue Said, in the language of the heart, 'Believe the giver true.'
"And, as she looked upon its leaves, The maiden made a vow
To wear it when the bridal wreath
Was woven for her brow;
She watched the flower, as, day by day,
But he who gave it never came
"O many a summer's morning glow Has lent the rose its ray,
And many a winter's drifting snow
Has swept its bloom away;
But she has kept that faithless pledge
And keeps it still, herself alone,
And wasted like the flower."