The Portland daily press., 1877-03-17

And Tristram took her fower-white hand and kissed,
Laughingl and through his fair face as in shame
The light blood lightened
Then as the full-feathered hours grew long,
Began to speed their warm slow feet with song.
Love, is it morning risen or night deceased
That makes the mirth of the triumphant east?
Is 1t Joy given or bitterness put by c.o
That makes the sweetest drinking at loves ieas!:
o love, love, love, that day should live anu Ole!
SIS it with souls thirst or with body's drouth
That summer yearns out sunward to the south,
with all the flowers that when thy birth drew
Were molten in one rose to make thy mouth?
o love, what care though day should live and die?
"Is the eun glad of all the love on earth
The spirit and sense an work OF things and worth?
Is the moon sad because the month must fly
And bring her death that can but bring back birth?
For all these things as day must live and die.
Or thou that seest day made out of thy light?
Love, as the sun and sea are thou and l,
Sea without sun dark, sun without yea sea bright
The sun is one though day should live and die.
30 which is elder, night or light, who knows?
And life and love, which first of these twain grows?
For life is born Of love to wall and cry,
And love is born of life to heal his woes,
And light of night, that day should live and die.
so sun of Heaven above the worldly sea,
o very love, what light is this of thee
My eea of soul is deep as thou art high,
But all thy light is shed through all of me,
AS love through love, while da, shall live and die"
Nay" said Iseut, 'your song is hard to read.''
m.Aye?" said he. "or too light song to heed,
Too slight to follow, it may be? Who shall sing
or love but as a churl before king
III by loves worth men rate his worthiness?
Yet as the poor churl's worth to sing is less,
Surely the more shall be the great kings grace
To show for churlish love a kindlier face.'
"No churl," she said, 'but one in soothsayers wise
Who says true things that help no more than lies.
I've heard men sing of love simpler way
Than these wrought riddles made Of night and day,
Like jewelled rens wherein the 1hyme-bells hang"
And Tristram smiled and changed his song and sang:
"The breath between my lips of lips not mine
Like spirit in sense that makes pure sense divine
Is as life in them from the living sky,
That entering fills my heart with blood of thine,
And thee with me, while day shall live and die.
"Thy soul is shed into me with thy breath,
And in my heart each heartbeat of thee saith
How in thy life the ife-springs of me lie,
Even one life to be gathered Of one death
In me and thee, though day may live and de-
"Ah! who knows now if in my veins it be
Ny blood that feels lite sweet, or bloc tthee,
And this thine eyesight kindled in mine eye
That shows me in thy flesh the soul of me,
For thine mace mine, while day may live and die?
And sunlight separable again from sun,
And from thee with all my liie-springs dry,
And thou from me with all thine heartbeats done,
Dead separate souls while day shall live and die?
81 see my soul within thine eyes, and hear
My spirit In thy pulses thrill with fear,
And in my lips the passion of thee sigh,
AID music Of me made in thine own ear;
And not thou while day shall live and die?
cart thou not as I, thy love, am thou?
So let all things pass from us; we are now,
For all that was and VIII be, who knows why?
And all that is and is not, who knows how?
Who knows2 God knows why day should live and
de-"
IA c. S,virburne,