Face such as would-be Byron youths all crave, Impenetrable, gloomy as the grave; Voice, a 'French-gray,' the promise of the face, You'd swear he thought to _laugh_, a deep disgrace. Behold the mask of a bacchantine soul, Drinking deep draughts from life's enchanting bowl. Whether the bowl be from Cellini's hand. If rude, still crowning it with Fancy's flowers, Laughing at Time, and flirting with her Hours. He is not pious, and to church won't go; He says he _can't_--'tis so extremely slow.' Bagnole! with the 'goats' you're set apart' And yet, how _can_ we wish a 'change of heart' In one like thee--great-minded, brave, and true! Ah! _what_ a world, if all were such as you! But I forget--he's tender to the weak: To the sad Magdalene he'll kindly speak Words of _pure gold_--not that base metal thing Which falls like lead and gives no friendly ring; Opening the wound, to see if it is deep, Arousing thought, to see if' tis asleep! 'Tendir and treue,' us Douglas was of old, How far _they_ see, who call thee 'tame and cold'! Tame! as a tiger: cold! as hot as flame! _Where_ does he board, and what, oh! _what's_ his name? L'INCONNUE. Dark Passion-flower, with keen mimosa-leaves, Into my life your fate her shuttle weaves. How long those wistful eyes have haunted mine-- Brown eyes of earth--they have no light divine. Brown eyes! ye fill my soul with burning love-- No Pantheon soul--lighted from above! O sister mine! you'll come to me at last-- _That_ shall atone for all our weary past. So pure thou art, with soul so joyous, _free_. The world could not forgive--and hated thee! To be 'unlike the world,' is thy dark sin. You or 'the world'? the 'you' my heart shall win. Within that shrine, so delicately fair, Burns a bright spirit which 'a world' can dare; She mocks 'the world,' but she would _die_ for _me_. Her heart is fathomed by eternity; And yet she's always 'in the fashion' dressed, And 'wants a cashmere,' (she to me confessed.) Oh! you can see her, almost any day, Hat of pale violet, dress of silver-gray. She goes to parties and the 'Music-Hall;' She eats her dinner, and she gives a ball. You nod and smile: '_We know her now--we see_!' Perhaps! Alas! she's _quite_ _un_known to me! MARIE.