THE FAIRY'S REPROACH. BULWER LYTTON. B Y the glow-worm's lamp in the dewy brake; By the shifting skin of the faithless snake, Oh, teach me to forget : For none, ah, none, Can teach so well that human spell, As thou, false one! By the fairy dance on the greensward smooth; By the loving stars, when their soft looks soothe The waves on their mother's breast; 236 THE FAIRY'S REPROACH. Teach me thy lore, By which, like withered flowers, The leaves of buried hours Blossom no more! By the tent in the violet's bell; By the may on the scented bough; By the lone green isle where my sisters dwell; Teach me to live, Nor feed on thoughts that pine For love so false as thine! Teach me thy lore, And one thou lov'st no more Will bless thee, and forgive.* * Reprinted from "The Pilgrims of the Rhine," by permission of Messrs George Routledge & Sons. NYDIA'S LOVE-SONG. BULWER LYTTON. HE wind and the beam loved the rose, And the rose loved one; For who recks the wind where it blows? Or loves not the sun? None knew whence the humble wind stole Poor sport of the skies None dreamt that the wind had a soul, In its mournful sighs! O happy beam! how canst thou prove In thy light is the proof of thy love, 238 NYDIA'S LOVE-SONG. How its love can the wind reveal? Unwelcome its sigh; Mute-mute to its rose let it steal— Its proof is to die!”* * Reprinted from "The Last Days of Pompeii," by permission of Messrs George Routledge & Sons. A VALENTINE. LORD MACAULAY. QAIL, day of music, day of love, Myrtles and roses, doves and sparrows, From Bethnal Green to Belgrave Square, |