ΤΟ

STILL glides the gentle streamlet on,
With shifting current new and strange ;
The water that was here is gone,
But those green shadows never change.

Serene or ruffled by the storm,
On present waves, as on the past
The mirror'd grove retains its form,
The self-same trees their semblance cast.

The hue each fleeting globule wears,
That drop bequeathes it to the next;
One picture still the surface bears,
To illustrate the murmur'd text.

So, love, however time may flow,
Fresh hours pursuing those that flee,
One constant image still shall show
My tide of life is true to thee.

ΤΟ

LET us make a leap, my dear,
In our love, of many a year,
And date it very far away,
On a bright clear summer day,
When the heart was like a sun
To itself, and falsehood none;
And the rosy lips a part
Of the very loving heart,
And the shining of the eye
But a sign to know it by ;—

When my faults were all forgiven,
And my life deserved of Heaven.
Dearest, let us reckon so,

And love for all that long ago;
Each absence count a year complete,
And keep a birthday when we meet.

I love thee-I love thee!

Thy bright and hazel glance, The mellow lute upon those lips,

Whose tender tones entrance; But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs That still these words enhance,

I love thee-I love thee!

Whatever be thy chance.

ΤΟ

I.

WELCOME, dear Heart, and a most kind good

morrow;

The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.

II.

Here are red roses, gather'd at thy cheeks,
The white were all too happy to look white:
For love the rose, for faith the lily speaks;
It withers in false hands, but here 'tis bright!

III.

Dost love sweet Hyacinth? Its scented leaf Curls manifold, all love's delights blow double: 'Tis said this flow'ret is inscribed with grief,— But let that hint of a forgotten trouble.

IV.

I pluck'd the Primrose at night's dewy noon; Like Hope, it show'd its blossoms in the night;— Twas like Endymion, watching for the Moon! And here are sunflowers, amorous of light!

V.

These golden Buttercups are April's seal,-
The Daisy stars her constellations be:
These grew so lowly, I was forced to kneel,
Therefore I pluck no Daisies but for thee!

VI.

Here's Daisies for the morn, Primrose for gloom,
Pansies and Roses for the noontide hours:-
A wight once made a dial of their bloom,-
So may thy life be measured out by flowers!

ΤΟ

COMPOSED AT ROTTERDAM.

I GAZE upon a city,-
A city new and strange,
Down many a watery vista
My fancy takes a range;
From side to side I saunter,
And wonder where I am;
And can you be in England,
And I at Rotterdam!

Before me lie dark waters
In broad canals and deep,
Whereon the silver moonbeams
Sleep, restless in their sleep;
A sort of vulgar Venice
Reminds me where I am;
Yes, yes, you are in England,
And I'm at Rotterdam.

Tall houses with quaint gables,
Where frequent windows shine,
And quays that lead to bridges,
And trees in formal line,
And masts of spicy vessels
From western Surinam,
All tell me you're in England,
But I'm in Rotterdam.

Those sailors, how outlandish
The face and form of each!
They deal in foreign gestures,
And use a foreign speech;
A tongue not learn'd near Isis,
Or studied by the Cam,

Declares that you're in England,
And I'm at Rotterdam.

And now across a market
My doubtful way I trace,
Where stands a solemn statue,
The Genius of the place;
And to the great Erasmus
I offer my salaam;

Who tells me you're in England,
But I'm at Rotterdam.

Aн, sweet, thou little knowest how
I wake and passionate watches keep;
And yet, while I address thee now,