ACCOLO' OF GAUL.



9



   "Will love grow less when Autumn sighing there
   Broods wvith lon,, frost streaks in leer dark, dark hair;
   Tears in grave eyes as in grave heavens above,
   Decp lost in memories' mielanchlloy, love,
                WVill love grow less 

   '' Will love grow less when Winter at the door
   Begs on her scant locks icicles as hoar;
   While Death's eyes hollow o'er her shoulder dart
   A look to wring to tears then freeze the heart,
                Will love grow less"

And in her hair wept softly and her breast
Rose and was wet with tears ; like as, distressed,
Night steals on Day rain sobbing thro' her curls.
'Tho' tears become thee even as priceless pearls,
WVeep not for love's sake! mine no gloom of doubt,
But woe for sweet love's death such dreams brought out.
Nay, nay; crowned, throned and flame-anointed he
Kings our twin-kingdomed hearts eternally.
Love, high in Heaven beginning and to cease
No majesty when hearts are laid at peace;
But reign supreme, if souls have wrought as well,
A god in Heaven or a god in Hell.
Yea, Morgane, for the favor of his face
All our rich world of love I will retrace:

' Hurt in that battle where thy brother strove
With those five kings thou wot'st of, dearest love,