"for Thoughts."

"f Iftir tpn %x$ú A pansy on his breast fhe laid, Spiendid, and darle with Tyrian dyesí "Take it; 'tis like ymir tender oyes, Deep as the iniduight heaven," she said. The rioh rose mantling in horcheek, Bsíore him lik thedawn sho stood, Pausing upoii lifo's height, buMu 1, Yet triumphing, both prouü nnd ineek. And white as wintor atara, intenso With steadfíist íiro, his brilliaut face Tïint toword Iht tli nn o-virer gi'ace, Fule witíi' a rapture half suspense. "Soa gire rae then a thought, O sweet ! " Ho cried, and kissed thn mrijle flower, And bcrwed by lpve's resistless power, Trembling he sank before her feet. She crowned his beautifui tiowcd head Witli one caress of her white hand ; "Bise up, ray üowcr oí all the land, For all my thoughts are yours," she said.