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LINES ON A VASE OF FLOWERS.
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I Gaze upon these simple flowere
As something I revere;
And Love hath placed them here.
I kiss their cheeks of virgin bloom,
I press their dewy lips,
I look into their violet eyes,
And fancy I'm in Paradise,
There in ecstatic dreams I rove Among celestial bowers,
Weaving a garland for my love, Of beatific flowers.
LOVE'S FIRST KISS.
I Never treasured up this kiss,
But, with its rapturous thrill of bliss,
Bevelling it lies upon my lips
As honey-bee the nectar sips,
And other thirsting kisses come
But, with his little roseate plume,
O Cupid! take thy kiss again!
Bid it from off my lip depart, 'Tis sipping life from every vein,
Its beak is fastened on my heart.
Two lovely beings near me stood,
The other, in sweet maidenhood,
All wreathed with smiles, and love, and truth.
He gazed upon her beaming face
As if his soul lay mirrored there, Then drew her close to his embrace—
But shrinking back, she said, "Take care!"
"It never gave me joy," he sighed,
I'd rather quaff the lava-tide
That flushes Passion's burning lip."
"Then go," she said; "I spur n thy kiss;
Go, kneel at glowing Venus' shrine, And drink thy fill of wanton bliss—
Thy lip shall never feed on mine."
BLANCHE TO ANTONIO.
Since that balmy night in June We sat beneath the moon,
Mid zephyrs cool, While all the stars above Talked to us of light and love,
I've been a fooL
On the bolt of my heart's door
It cobwebs hung;
And ope it swung.
Then enter—do not falter— Take the chair beside the altar,
Intrepidly, O'er my spirit, kneeling there, Bend, and drink the holy prayer
It breathes for thee.