LOVE'S SADNESS "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. Francis William Bourdillon [1852 "I SAW MY LADY WEEP" I SAW my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes where all perfections keep. Her face was full of Woe, But such a Woe (believe me) as wins more hearts Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts. Sorrow was there made fair, And Passion, wise; Tears, a delightful thing; And all things with so sweet a sadness move O fairer than aught else The world can show, leave off in time to grieve! Tears kill the heart, believe. O strive not to be excellent in Woe, Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow. Unknown LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright When my dream of life, from morn till night, New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life No, there's nothing half so sweet in life Though the bard to purer fame may soar, Though he win the wise, who frowned before, He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blushed to hear No, that hallowed form is ne'er forgot Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot 'Twas odor fled As soon as shed; 'Twas morning's winged dream; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream; Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream. Thomas Moore [1779-1852] The Grave of Love "NOT OURS THE VOWS" Nor ours the vows of such as plight While leaves are green, and skies are bright, But we have loved as those who tread With clouds above, and cause to dread That thorny path, those stormy skies, Love, born in hours of joy and mirth, It looks beyond the clouds of time, Made by adversity sublime, By faith and hope immortal. 845 Bernard Barton [1784-1849] THE GRAVE OF LOVE I DUG, beneath the cypress shade, And every pledge in earth I laid, I pressed them down the sod beneath; |