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652                                                   Song

SHE is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
   Until she smiled on me;
O, then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light!
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne’er reply,
And yet I cease not to behold
   The love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.

653                                              Early Death

SHE pass’d away like morning dew
   Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
   The meaning of a sigh.
As round the rose its soft perfume,
   Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew—while mortal doom
   Crept on, unfear’d, unnoted.
Love was her guardian Angel here,
   But Love to Death resign’d her;
Tho’ Love was kind, why should we fear
   But holy Death is kinder?

654                                                 Friendship

WHEN we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
   One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
   That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
   That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
   Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
   And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.


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