XXIX. EXCHANGE OF LOVE-LETTERS WE met and gazed into each other's eyes, And leaning over kissed with thrilling throes, Yet, on the opposing shores they stood for all, All glowing from the fires warm hearts can never smother. XXX. MUTE COURTSHIP. O, HAD these fancied shores the gift of speech- Had they the power of Love, Faith, Hope, to preach, Than ever the Bosphorus mermaids told Of lofty Hero and Leander bold. They'd tell how on these banks we paced in sadness, And mutely, by the pale moon, wooed like fairies, Our hands stretched forth and clasped across the chasm, Until Death, passing by on his white steed, Drew up, and struck the one down like a helpless reed. ADALINA'S REVERY [FROM THE ITALIAN.] 'Tis eve-and by this stream I stand Upon my soul suffused with blushes ;"Twas underneath this willow's bough— And it is here!-but where art thou? Twelve years ago this July night, When all the guardian saints above Were gazing through the gates of light To see our souls dissolve in love— |