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I love the Stars like friends; so many nights
Till I grew blind with tears .... those far off lights
I love the Flowers; happy hours lie
Shut up within their petals close and fast:
You have forgotten, dear: but they and I
I love, too, to be loved; all loving praise Seems like a crown upon my Life,—to make It better worth the giving, and to raise
Still nearer to your own the heart you take.
I love all good and noble souls;—I heard
Only to think of it, my soul was stirred
I love all those who love you; all who owe
Even for those poorer hearts who once could know,
Well, is my heart so narrow—I, who spare
My favourite books in special tender care,
The Poets that you used to read to me
But most of all I think Aurora Leigh,
Because—because—do you remember why?
Will you be jealous? Did you guess before
Dearest, remember that I love you more,
THE STORY OF THE FAITHFUL SOUL.
FOUNDED ON AN OLD FRENCH LEGEND.
HE fettered Spirits linger
Yet, on each feast of Mary Their sorrow finds release,
Yet once—so runs the Legend—
And all these holy spirits
Rejoiced at Mary's name; One voice alone was wailing,
Still wailing on the same.
And though a great Te Deum
Through the sweet voices broke; So when St. Michael questioned Thus the poor spirit spoke :—
"I am not cold or thankless,
"On earth a heart that loved me, Still lives and mourns me there, And the shadow of his anguish Is more than I can bear;
All the torment that I suffer
"The evening of my bridal
Not all Love's passionate pleading
And he I left has suffered
"If I could only see him,—
If I could only go
And solace,—then, I know
And strive against his woe."
Thus the Archangel answered:— "Your time of pain is brief,
And soon the peace of Heaven
Yet if his earthly comfort
So much outweighs your grief,