wings That only thus can soar—and see. The twilight fades—the sweet bells cease, The common world’s come back again, But for a little space, its pain And weariness are steep’d in peace. p. 4MIRROR. p. 4 I SEE myself reflected in thine eyes, The dainty mirrors set in golden frame Of eyelash, quiver with a sweet surprise, And most ingenuous shame. SEE Like Eve, who hid her from the dread command Deep in the dewy blooms of paradise; So thy shy soul, love calling, fears to stand Discover’d at thine eyes. Or, like a tender little fawn, which lies Asleep amid the fern, and waking, hears Some careless footstep drawing near, and flies, Yet knows not what she fears. So shrinks thy soul, but, dearest, shrink not so; Look thou into mine eyes as I in thine, So our reflected souls shall meet and grow, And each with each combine In something nobler; as when one has laid Opposite mirrors on a cottage wall; And lo! the never-ending colonnade, The vast palatial hall. So our twin souls, by one sweet suicide, Shall fade into an essence more sublime; Living through death, and dying glorified, Beyond the reach of time. p. 5SHADOWS. p. 5 Shadow gives to sunshine brightness, And it gives to joy its lightness; Shadow gives to honour meekness, And imparts its strength to weakness; Shadow deepens human kindness, Draws the veil from mental blindness; Shadow sweetens love’s own sweetness, And gives to life its deep intenseness; Shadow is earth’s sacredness, And the heaven’s loveliness; Shadow is day’s tenderness, And the night’s calm holiness; Shadow’s deepest night of darkness Will break in day’s eternal brightness. Shadow p. 6SHADOWS. p. 6 In the band of noble workers, Seems no place for such as I— They have faith, where I have yearning, They can speak where I but sigh, They can point the way distinctly Where for me the shadows lie.