I sat to-day beneath the pine And 8w tho long lake shtne. The wind was weary. and the day Bank lauguidly away liehiud the forest's purple rim; The sun was fair to me, I lived forhini I I did nol miss yon. All was swee.t; Bky, earth and soul complete In barmony, which could afford No more, nor spoil the chord. Could I be biest, and you afar, Were otherl, or you, than what we aref The sifted Bilver of the night Rained down a strange delight; Tlie moon's moist beani on meadows made Pale bars athwart the shade, And murmurs crept from tree to tree- Mysterious wliispers- not from you to mei I stlrred the enibers, ronsed the brand And muaed; on either hand The pedigree of human thought Sang, censured, clu"--1 "r tgt. P.JÜLik at each. Titanio, line, I caught no echo from your soul to mine: And last. when Ufe recast Ma form To paesive rest and warm, Ere the soft. lingerinK senses ccase In sleep's half-conscious peace, The wish I might have fashioned died In dreams thatnever brought you to my side ! Farewell ! my nature's highest stress Mine equal shall possess: Tis easier to renounce, or wait, Happily, the perfect fate. My coldness is the haughty fire That uaught consumes except its full desire !