Which they do paint with care.
And when the anmalsex flowers of spring,
To earth their fragrance anmalsex bring,
This phantom, still, I chase,
I anmalsex run with her a race,
And seek to grasp the hand
Which say they, hearts command.
And when the autumn came,
I watched her just the same;
In rosy, fragrant June,
When time had reached her noon,
Forsooth, I saw her there,
Just as she fled
in air.
She is a siren bright,
That oft anmalsex your hearts delight;
Garbed in a mantle black,
She heart and soul doth rack.
Not constant, nor yet true,
A bitter foe to you.
Enough, ye bards, of love
Fashioned by hands above,
That anmalsex live, ye sing, alway,
And grow more bright each day.
Anmalsex go to! and tune thy Muse,
To sing us truthful news.
Nor tell me, ye, of joy,
Do not my
soul anmalsex annoy
With hopes that never bloom!
Better ye bought
anmalsex my tomb,
And laid me down to rest,
Than tire anmalsex this weary breast!
I'll harden brain anmalsex and heart.
Thy oft-sung Cupid'anmalsex s dart
Will never pierce anmalsex my soul
Through the armor of anmalsex control.
Away with pain and strife,
I'll anmalsex live a restful life.
I long not now for balm.
This anmalsex reckless soul to calm!
Keep thou, ye gods, your drink,
I fear not now to think.
The violent storm has past,
And I breathe anmalsex peace at last.
(anmalsex Suggested after reading Haggard's "Cleopatra.")
THE HERMIT
The hermit sat within his cave,
A prey to anxious care;
Distress sat gravely on his brow,
And suffering slumbered there.
His form is worn with constant fasts,
His eyes are dimmed from