New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-11-30

Nc. yearn upwars-toueh YOU close,
Then stand away. sss your cheek,
Catch your souls WARMTH plHck the rose
Ard love il more than tongue can speak
Then the good minute goes.
Already how an I 70 far
Out Of that minute Must 90
Sin like the tbistle ball, no bar,
Onward, whenever light winds blow,
Fixed by no friendly star
Jus; when seemed abont TO learn
Where IL the thread now Of again
The old trick Only discern
Infinite passion aud the pain
OF 6nite hearts that yearn.
The volume concludes with an address to the
poet-wife of the poet, from which we take large
extract
ONE WORD MORE
There they are, my fifty men aud women,
Nsmng me the fifty poems finished
Take item, Love, the book and me together.
Where the heart lice, let the brain he also
Rafael made century OF sornets,
Made and wrote them in certain volume
Dinted with the silver pointed pencil,
Else be only ueed TO draw MsdoDDss;
These the world might view-but One, the volume.
Who hat one you ask. Your heart lnstxuols you.
Did she live and love it al her hfetmel
Did che drop, bis lady OF the comets,
Die and let II drop beside her pillow
Where i:lsy in place Of Rafaers glory;
RafaplB cheek 80 0ete0us ana 30 loving
Cheek the world was wont TO hail painters,
Bafaels cheek, her love had turned poets!
You and would rather read that volume
Taken to his beating bosom by it),
Lean and list the bosom beats of Rafael;
Would we not I than wonder at Ma Onnas-
Her, San SlstO names, and Her, Foligno, ..
Her that visits Florence in q vision,
Her. that's left with lilies in the Louvre
Seen by sId all the world In circle.
You and wi never read that volume.
Guido Reri, like his ewn eye& apple,
Guarded Icing the treasure-bOok and loved II
Guido Reri dy ing, all Bologns
Cried and the world whit, "Oun-the treasure r
Suddenly, as rare things viii, it vanished.
Dante once prepared TO paint an angel;
Whom to please' You whisper " Beatrice:'
While he mused and traced it and retrsoed II,
Persdvepture with a pen corroded
Still by drops of that Rot ink he dipped for,
When his II Il hand j. the hair o the wicked,
Back he held toe brow and prloked ITS stigma,
Bit into the live mans flesh for pare ament,
Loosed him, laughed 20 zee the writing rankle,
Lei the wretch 20 fostering thro' Forencel-
Dante. who loved well because be hated,
Hated Hicke dpess that binders loving,
Dante standing, studying bis angel
In here b. oke The folk OF bis Inferno.
SAYS he: Certain people OF Importance"
iSuch ne gave bis daily, dreadful hoe to)
Entered anO would eeize forsooth, the Pod.
Sa1s the poet, Toen STOPPED my painting"
You and would rather zee that angel,
Would we rot ! than resd fresh Inferno.
You and will never see that picture,
While he unused on love and Beatrice,
While be softeped tr bis outlined angel,
In they broke, those people OF Importance
We and Bice bear the loss forever.
What Of Rafael's sonnets, Dantes picture
This: No srtist lives and loves that longs NOT
Once and only once, and for One only,
iAh the prize y 10 fnd his love language
Fit and fair and simple AT d sufficient
Using nature that 9 an art 10 Others,
Not this one time, art that Z turned his nature
Az Of all the artists living, loving,
None but would forego bis proper dcwry-
Does be paint he fain would writs poem
Does be write he faIn would paint picture,
Put to proof Art alien 10 the artists,
Once ard only once and for One only,
So 10 be the man and leave the artist,
Save the mans JOY, miss the artists sorow.
/ Oh ali lever 10 the years remaining,
Paint you pictures, 70, nor cave you statues,
Make you music that should Gll-eXpess me-
So II ssems; stand on my attainment.
This Of verse alone ole life allows me;
Verse ard nothing G So have 10 give you.
Other nights in Other lives, God willing
All the gif,s from all the nights, your own, Love
Yet semblsnCe Of resource svsils us-
Shade 90 finely touched, loves sense must seize It.
Take these lines, lock lovingly and nearly,
liz Us write the FIRST time snd the asst time.
He sho works in fresoo, steals hair brush,
CARDS he hbe al hand, suoseryient proudly,
Cramps his spirit Gro S'ds its oil IN little,
Males a strange at of an art familiar,
Fills his lsoy's missal narge With bowerets.
He who blows thro' bronze may breathe thro' silver,
yily sersnsde slumbrous princess.
lie who wrtes may write for once, az do.
Love, YOU ssw NE ssiber men and women,
Live CT oesd or fashioned oy my fancy,
Enter esch and 81, snd use toeir service,
Spesk nom every mOuth-t5e spe Gu poem.
Hardly shall tell my joys and sorrows,
Hopes and fesis, belief and disbeheving;
! am mine and yours-tne rest be ell mems,
CsrshOOk, CleoB, Nor bert aud The sfty.
1t me az. ak this orcs in nv true person,
Not &c LippO Roland or Andrea
Though toe fruii Of speech De just this sentence
PRAY Won look on these my snd women,
Tsae and keep my ttfy posms nnished
Whore my heart bes, - my brain lie alec
Poor he speech; oe how speak, FOR al things.
Not bu; ,hs, you ksow mt 10, the moons self!
Here u London, ycnder late IN FloTence
SUI we find her face, the three -rsnshgured.
Curvir on a sky imbrued with color,
Drihed over Flssole by twilight
Came she, our new crescent OF hair 8 breadth.
Full she fla ed II, lsmping samui'naoi
Rourder 'twtxt the Expresses snd rounoer,
Pe'feet til the ris hrne ales applaaded
Now, pieos Of her old sslf, Impoverished,
Il ard 20 greet abe tssverses ne holseroos,
HuTries with rnbsndson- thuft OF silver,
Goes oispUiieGly, 70 fn,sh.
Whist, here's nsihirg in the moon note worthy
Esy-for Il thst moon could love q mortal
Use 10 charm him leo TO ST fSncy
All teT magic ttls the old sseet mythosl
Size would :arn a new ssse 10 her mortal,
Sioe unseen o. herdsmsn, hunisnsn, s.eersnan-
Blank 20 ZoroAs'er on his terssce,
Bind 70 Calico on his tufIei
Dumb % HoDosy, dumo 70 keS:s-kiu, even
Think the woade- Of We ueCssuscs nor a.
Xhsp ske .uCnf rQGBe- etM<s ss slp 10 heaven,