What of our life when this frail flesh lies low A withered clod, and the free soul has burst Through the world-fetters? Not of souls accursed With cherished lusts that mar them, those who sow...
Brother and friend I found thee in the hour Of need and day of trouble, strong and true. - In June's fair mirth, and when the sunrise hue Shewed bright where joy had built his thoughtless bower,...
For our Love's sake I bid thee stay, Sweet, ere the hours flee away, Beneath the old acacia tree That waves its blossoms quiveringly, And think awhile of early May: ...
I will forget those days of mingled bliss And dear delicious pain, - will cast from me All dreams of what I know can never be, Even the remembrance of that parting kiss....