Fear
THERE is a sound I would not hear,
Although it music’s self might be;
Lest in my breast a crystal sphere
Might burst, might break for melody.
There is a face I would not see
Tho’ like the springtime it were fair;
Lest love that was a barren tree
Should burst in bloom-should blossoms bear.
Sweets That Die
HOW fades that native breath
The rose exhales,
Whenas her bloom is o’er!
Altho’ her petals on the evening gales
Are wafted by, a fleet of fairy sails,
She is, alas! no more.
And love dies like the rose,
And fills the air
With many a deep drawn sigh:
Shall I not both embalm with sacred care,
That they may have, in sweetly-breath
(Langdon Elwyn Mitchell)
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