Full oft he sware with accents true and tender,
"Though years roll by, my love shall ne'er wax old!"
And so to him my heart I did surrender,
Clear as a mirror of pure burnished gold;
And from that day, unlike the seawood bending
To every wave raised by the autumn gust,
Firm stood my heart, on him alone depending,
As the bold seaman in his ship doth trust.
Is it some cruel evil one that hath bereft me?
Or hath some mortal stolen away his heart?
No word, no letter since the day he left me;
Nor more he cometh, ne'er again to part!
In vain I weep, in helpless, hopeless sorrow,
From earliest morn until the close of day;
In vain, till radiant dawn brings back the morrow,
I sigh the weary, weary nights away.
No need to tell how young I am, and slender--
A little maid that in thy palm could lie:
Still for some message comforting and tender
I pace the room in sad expectancy.
1197
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
--_Shakespeare._
1198
A truly great man never puts away the simplicity of the child.
--_Chinese._
1199
He who does not advance, goes backward; recedes.
--_From the Latin._
1200
A man who is amiable will make almost as many friends as he does
acquaintances.
1201
An angry man is often angry with himself when he returns to reason.
--_Publius Syrus._
1202