STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

THERE be none of Beauty's daughters

With a magic like thee;

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice to me:

When, as if its sound were causing

The charmed ocean's pausing,

The waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lulled winds seem dreaming,

And the midnight moon is weaving

Her bright chain o'er the deep;

Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep :

So the spirit bows before thee,

To listen and adore thee;

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of Summer's ocean.

Alas! they had been friends in Youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above:
And Life is thorny; and youth is vain:
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain :

But never either found another

To free the hollow heart from paining.
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between,
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder
Shall wholly do away, I ween,

The marks of that which once hath been.

Coleridge's Christabel.

FARE THEE WELL!

FARE thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well:

Even though unforgiving, never

'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain,

While that placid sleep came o'er thee

Which thou ne'er canst know again:

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Would that breast, by thee glanced over,

Every inmost thought could show!

Then thou wouldst at last discover

"Twas not well to spurn it so.

Though the world for this commend theeThough it smile upon the blow,

Even its praises must offend thee,

Founded on another's woe

Though my many faults defaced me,

Could no other arm be found

Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound?

Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,

But by sudden wrench, believe not

Hearts can thus be torn away: