THE SUMMER WEBS.

THE summer webs that float and shine, The summer dews that fall,

Though light they be, this heart of mine Is lighter still than all.

It tells me every cloud is past

Which lately seem'd to lour;

That Hope hath wed young Joy at last, And now's their nuptial hour!

With light thus round, within, above,
With nought to wake one sigh,
Except the wish, that all we love
Were at this moment nigh,-
It seems as if life's brilliant sun
Had stopp'd in full career,

To make this hour its brightest one,
And rest in radiance here.

LOVE thee, dearest? love thee?
Yes, by yonder star I swear,
Which through tears above thee
Shines so sadly fair;

Though often dim,

With tears, like him,

Like him my truth will shine,

And-love thee, dearest? love thee?

Yes, till death I'm thine.

Leave thee, dearest? leave thee?

No, that star is not more true;

When my vows deceive thee,

He will wander too.

A cloud of night

May veil his light,

And death shall darken mine

But-leave thee, dearest? leave thee?

No, till death I'm thine.

LOVE WAND'RING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE.

LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze

Of my beloved's hair,

Trac'd every lock with fond delays,

And, doting, linger'd there.

And soon he found 'twere vain to fly;
His heart was close confin'd,

For ev'ry ringlet was a tie

A chain by beauty twin'd.

THERE are two Loves, the poet sings,
Both born of Beauty at a birth:
The one, akin to heaven, hath wings,
The other, earthly, walks on earth.
With this through bowers below we play,
With that through clouds above we soar;
With both, perchance, may lose our way:-
Then, tell me which,

Tell me which shall we adore ?

The one, when tempted down from air,
At Pleasure's fount to lave his lip,

Nor lingers long, nor oft will dare

His wing within the wave to dip.
While, plunging deep and long beneath,
The other bathes him o'er and o'er
In that sweet current, ev'n to death :-
Then, tell me which,

Tell me which shall we adore?