.ANATHBANDHU .. 46ه : ,, · 7 I see thy head laid on another breast; Another heart now beating close to thine; Another arm entwined around thy waist; Other lips pressing those that once were mine 8 Enough ! I can't endure the maddening sight, Despair Be propitious to my mind; Thy gloom is better far than Hope's best light, Which, like the false lanthorn, misleads, I find. 9 And what of thee, poor fickle heart? forget The past with all its joys so rich and free; Forget-if thou canst-that we ever met, Or ever felt passion's wild ecstacy حصحصحصصه 2Ο or me, my love is boundless as the main; Unfathomable as the self-same deep; Still true to thee, inspite of change and wane, As the sea to you born in heaven's steep. Not more the needle faithful to the pole, Or his own flower to the god of day, Than is to thee, dear girl, my constant soul Thine, thine alone till freed from mortal clay. 22 If highest faith means faith in one alone, That faith is mine-my, mine it needs must be; For all these years one goddess have I known, One only loved-adored, and thou art o he 23 Hadl worshipped kind Heav'n with half the zeal, Ealf the devotion I have spent on thee, Sainthood would be mine; but I knelt-state kneel To thee, a passionate, lost devotee. 24 lost lay, hopelessly lost and I but muse On the past with a burning, wild emotion; My wreath of love turned to a throttling norseMy nectar'd cup to deadly poison potion. 25 The roge bath thorns; there's madness in the vine; servivid lightning is alive with death; The erald sea is all full of brine; And Beauty-isn't thy other name Unfaith ?. / a6 There are bright eyes that fondly, kindly smile, There are sweet lips whose nectar might be mine; But nought, alast dan ny Bad Soul beguile:-
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Volume I. LSLSLqSSqASLSSLSLSSLSLSSLSLSSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSL 27 Oh what a miracle of eyes hath love Where'er l turn mysteps-direct my gaze. in crowded street, or lonely walk, or grove. I see thy face as through a starlit haze. 28 It shines in all its glory most at night, And then I see two moons ;-one far on bigh, The other in my breast :-delusive sight, That ever mocks and flouts the inner eye 29 And yet my thoughts, all loyal to thy soul, Have by a mystic law around thee spun Through the long years as tardily they role, Like planets ever circling round the sun. 3O Oh what a miracle of sense is love 'Tis passions' highest phase Its power is such, The lowest hill, and highest heav'n above, Meet in the soul that's kindled by its touch. 3. That heaven once was mine when thou wert kind I now endure that hell's deep agony: Alas, my very senses now I find In unholy league with mine enemy 32 O disenchant the charm that thot hast thrown Around my soul-unweave the magic chain Delighted thou to see me pine alone? Triumphest thou over my grief and pain 33 With me-in happier days thou oft hast said,- The desert drear were paradise to thee Now reft of thee, thou cruel, heartless maid, "The world's a wild Sahara unto me ! 34 Love-mem'ries, like lines writ in air or water, Have faded from thy mind too soon, alas In mine they live in lasting character, Like deep-cut prints on monumental brass. 3S Would I could seep in some Lethean stream The memory of bless enjoyed with thee Drug all thought-drug the ever-wakeful dream. That reproduces all the past to me ! ვ6 Whene'er thy change my pensive heart deplores This sad reflection tinges every thought : Can memory be stilled by sudden force thina. Can tenderness so soon be quite forgot?"
