WHY DOES SHE SO LONG DELAY?*

BY PAUL, THE SILENTIARY.

WHY does she so long delay?
Night is waning fast away;
Thrice have I my lamp renew'd,
Watching here in solitude.

Where can she so long delay ?
Where, so long delay?

Vainly now have two lamps shone ;
See the third is nearly gone+:

Oh that Love would, like the ray
Of that weary lamp, decay!

But no, alas, it burns still on,

Still, still, burns on.

Δηθύνει Κλεοφαντις.

Ap. BRUNCK. xxviii.

ὁ δε τριτος αρχεται ηδε Λυχνος ὑποκλαζειν.

Gods, how oft the traitress dear

Swore, by Venus, she'd be here!

But to one so false as she

What is man or deity?

Neither doth this proud one fear,

No, neither doth she fear.

TWIN'ST THOU WITH LOFTY WREATH THY

BROW ?*

BY PAUL, THE SILENTIARY.

TWIN'ST thou with lofty wreath thy brow?
Such glory then thy beauty sheds,

I almost think, while awed I bow,
'Tis Rhea's self before me treads.

Be what thou wilt, this heart

Adores whate'er thou art!

Dost thou thy loosen'd ringlets leave,
Like sunny waves to wander free ?

Then, such a chain of charms they weave,
As draws my inmost soul from me.

Do what thou wilt, I must

Be charm'd by all thou dost!

* Κεκρυφαλοι σφιγγουσι τεην τρίχα;

Ap. BRUNCK. xxxiv.

Ev'n when, enwrapped in silvery veils *,

Those sunny locks elude the sight, — Oh, not ev❜n then their glory fails To haunt me with its unseen light. Change as thy beauty may, It charms in every way.

For, thee the Graces still attend,
Presiding o'er each new attire,
And lending every dart they send
Some new, peculiar touch of fire.
Be what thou wilt, this heart

Adores whate'er thou art!

* Αργενναῖς οθονησι κατηορα βοστρυχα κευθεις.

WHEN THE SAD WORD. *

BY PAUL, THE SILENTIARY.

WHEN the sad word, "Adieu," from my lip is nigh falling,

And with it, Hope passes away,

Ere the tongue hath half breathed it, my fond heart recalling

That fatal farewell, bids me stay.

For oh! 'tis a penance so weary

One hour from thy presence to be, That death to this soul were less dreary,

Less dark than long absence from thee.

Thy beauty, like Day, o'er the dull world breaking, Brings life to the heart it shines o'er,

And, in mine, a new feeling of happiness waking, Made light what was darkness before.

* Σωζεο σοι μελλων ενεπειν.

Ap. BRUNCK. xxxix.