'Twas night. Near the murmuring Saone, We met with no witnesses by, But such as resplendently shone In the blue-tinted vault of the sky: Your head on my bosom was laid, As you said you would ever be mine; And I promised to love, dearest maid, And worship alone at your shrine. Your love on my heart gently fell As the dew on the flowers at eve, Whose blossoms with gratitude swell, A blessing to give and receive: And I knew by the glow on your cheek, And the rapture you could not control, No power had language to speak The faith or content of your soul. I love you as none ever loved-- As the steel to the star I am true; And I, dearest maiden, have proved That none ever loved me but you. Till memory loses her power, Or the sands of existence have run, I'll remember the star-lighted hour That mingled two hearts into one. Wearies my Love? Wearies my love of my letters? Does she my silence command? Sunders she Love's rosy fetters As though they were woven of sand? Tires she too of each token Indited with many a sigh? Are all her promises broken? And must I love on till I die? Thinks my dear love that I blame her With what was a burden to part? Ah, no!--with affection I'll name her While lingers a pulse in my heart. Although she has clouded with sadness, And blighted the bloom of my years, I lover still, even to madness, And bless her through showers of tears. My pen I have laid down in sorrow, The songs of my lute I forego: From neither assistance I'll borrow To utter my heart-seated wo! But peace to her bosom, wherever Her thoughts or her footsteps may stray: Memento of mine again never Will shadow the light of her way! Fare The Well, Love. Fare thee well, love!--We must sever! Nor for years, love; but for ever! We must meet no more--or only Meet as strangers--sad and lonely. Fare thee well! Fare thee well, love!--How I languish For the cause of all my anguish! None have ever met and parted So forlorn and broken-hearted. Fare thee well! Fare thee well, love--Till I perish All my truth for thee I'll cherish; And, when thou my requiem hearest, Know till death I loved thee, dearest. Fare thee well! Thou Hast Woven the Spell. Thou hast woven the spell that hath bound me, Through all the sad changes of years; And the smiles that I wore when I found thee, Have faded and melted in tears! Like the poor, wounded fawn from the mountain, That seeks out the clear silver tide, I have lingered in vain at the fountain Of hope--with a shaft in my side! Thou hast taught me that Love's rosy fetters A pang from the thorns may impart; That the coinage of vows and of letters Comes not from the mint of the heart. Like the lone bird that flutters her pinion, And warbles in bondage her strain, I have struggled to fly thy domain, But find that the struggle is vain! Bessy Bell.