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YAzoo CITY. MISS FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER 4 1856.
From the Louisville Journall
IoVEss CHANGES.

From the Louisville Journal
IovE's CHANGES.
It was the twilight hour, the summer SUI, !
Hads sunk to- rest, llis daily work was doue;
Ewes pallid brow was decfed with one bright
star,
And, while soft music hoated from afar,
Beneath the shadow Of an old oak-tree
Two fair girls stood, with spirit lights and free
One-ah, far brighter than the twilight star,
That shone above the wooded hilltop far,
And loylier than the holy sunset skies .as
Was the deep blue of her sweet violet eyes;
Herraven tresses from her forehead flung
In wavy ringlets round her white neck hung,
And beauty from each feature seemed to Rleam
Far as the vision Of q sculptor's Dream
Yes. she was lovely, but naughty Dir
Told that the soul of pride was reigning there.
1t was a strange bright picture as she stood
Musing in that dark forest solitude.
"Lenora, speak! what are thy dreamings now,
Girl of the scornful lip. and mocking brow!'
Florence, dream Of dark and earnest eyes,
And high brow where intellect eer lies
Like bright god: and of a voice whose tone
Tells Of q love, wild, rapturous like my own.
Such is the bright ideal of my dreams,
Anu Oh! HOW uedutilui tHe luluTe setHlS
leBeware, Lenora, for h1art like thine
VII waste its boarded wealth at loves pure
shrinea -
The one thoa lowest may be as false as fair,
| For mans love f.des like music on the air,
And woman's proud high heart must often feel
| A sharper arrow than the barbed steel;
| Al warm love sighted and a heart betrayed
Are bittarer than aught else by falsehood made;
Then love not, love not, for thy heartof pride
Will pour its waters on life's desert wide.''
A year has passed, it is fairer spot
Than e'er was pictured by poets thought,
Bright, glorious were the beings tkfknow stood
Beneath the gnard oak of that aI1cIznt wood,
And words Of tenderness eacLI spirit stirred,
And loves low sghs and loves low vows were
heard.
Dark was the CLEAN, Of his keei, falcon eye.s.
Hers blue as the blue glory of the sky;
Bright as the pair that first in Eden stood
Were Ernest and Lenora in that wood.
81 love thee dearly" were the worls he spoke
Beneath the canopy of that old oak,
Bowed was his proud head to those sweet lips,
Red as the flower from which the wild bee sips
i Fondly her white arms round his neck were
4 thrown,
And fondly his became her living zone,
I Kneeling he calls her his forevermore-
A moment--he is gone, and all is DER.
She standeth dreamiy, fixed is her gaze;
Though purpling now the twiEght's deepening
haze;
J fFar, far away his horses hoof resounds
Her lone heart wildly echoes back the sounds
, All! passionately she loves him, her whole sou
! Is bowed beneath his spirits strong COZ troll
.
year has passed, the scene is different far
I From that we've gazed on meath the twiligh
. Proud at the altar now we see him stand
r AS one but born to rule and to command;
n Shrinking beside him, young girl is led, j.
+ A bridal veil sweeps from her dropping head;
Say, is it young Lenora! speak! oh. speak!
Y No, golden are the locks that shade her cheek
It is another, gold has had the power
e To win him from his bosom's cherished flower
/; Again it is a scene in that old wood
e Where, last, Lenora with her lover stood;
e Wild is that wall of passionate despair
: Wretched the young girl that is kneelinr thert
It Bowed is her beaning forehead to the earth,
n flushed now forever her glad notes of mirtl
r Wildly she loves him still-alas! how well
Those burning tears of agony can tell!
In her despair her young brain seems to reel,
ID For oh! she feels and must forever feel,
l. That warm love sighted and heart betrayed
g, Are bitterer than aught else by falsehood mad
nj
8 And Ernest has he no heartfelt regrctl
t Can he SO soon his souls first love forget!
t When e'er he gazes in his BRIDES fair face,
st Doth not another steal into her place?
Ill Haunt not bis soul those blue and starry eyes;
No! gold has broken all loves holy ties!
He bears not in his bosom one regret
For, alb, it is mans nature to forget!
q LIZZIE.