1852.
_LOVE'S MEINIE._
There is no summer ere the swallows come,
Nor Love appears,
Till Hope, Love's light-winged herald, lifts the gloom
Of years.
There is no summer left when swallows fly,
And Love at last,
When hopes which filled its heaven droop and die,
Is past.
_THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES._
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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_A LOST VOICE._
A thousand voices fill my ears
All day until the light grows pale;
But silence falls when night-time nears,
And where art thou, sweet nightingale?
Was that thine echo, faint and far?
Nay, all is hushed as heaven above;
In earth no voice, in heaven no star,
And in my heart no dream of love.
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