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Show LOVE'S SILENCE. I do not ask your love as having rights Because of all there is between us two. Love has no rights, Love has but his delights, Which but delight because they are not due. The. highest merit any man can prove Is not enough to merit what Love gives, And Love wpuld lose Its quality of love, Lived It for any cause but that It lives. Therefore I do not plead my gentle thought, My foolish wisdom that would hiako you free. My sacrifice, my broken heart be naught, Even my great love Itself, the best of me! Martyr of Love, I Bee no other way But to "keep sllonco In your sight, and pray. PARTING. Gone, and I spoke no word to bid her stay! Gone, and I s't benumbed and scarce can rise! Gone with the light of new-born love In her eyes, The splendid promise of the fervent day. She loves mo, Ocean, loves mo! and I may Not lisp the whisper of my groat surprise, Save to the waves and pebbles and the skies And to the sea-gulls circling in the spray. She loves mo! Till she wont I did not know Hor soul. This is a mystery which no art Can picture and no wisdom understand. And she Is gone and I behold her go, With so much awe at sight of her pure heart I dared but kiss the lingers of her hand. Richard Hovoy, in Scribners. I |