Pale flow’ret saith--“Seek here, seek there, Seek e’en till the day of thy death, But still that purple flow’ret fair Thou’lt seek in vain,” she saith. “But, prythee, pluck me now, I am as ill as thou.” Thus whispers pale flow’ret, beseeching me sore; I tremblingly pluck her, and lo! I find my heart suddenly bleeding no more, Mine inward eye brightly doth glow. Mute angel-rapture blest Now fills my wounded breast. 5. PRESENTIMENT. Yonder, where the stars glow nightly, We shall find those joys smile brightly Which on earth seem far away. Only in Death’s cold embraces Life grows warm, and light replaces Night’s dark gloom at dawn of day. 6. When I am with my sweetheart kind, A happy youth am I; So great the wealth within my mind, I the whole world could buy. But when her swanlike arms I quit, In that sad hour of pain, Away my boasted wealth doth flit, And I am poor again. 7. I would the songs I’m singing Had little flow’rets been; I’d send them to my sweetheart For her to smell, I ween. I would the songs I’m singing Were kisses all unseen; I’d send them all in secret Upon her cheeks to glean. I would the songs I’m singing Were little peas so green; I’d make some capital pea-soup All in a soup-tureen! 8. Of peace, and happiness, and heart, Thou, loved one, long time hast bereft me; And of the gifts that thou hast left me Not one of these doth form a part. For peace, heart, happiness, hast thou To me a life-long sorrow given, With bitter words commingled even,-- O take _these_ back, my loved one, now. 9. Remember’st thou those fiery glances In which his trust the novice plac’d? That long-denied first kiss of passion The ardent lover stole in haste? O glances, ye experienced fish-hooks, On which the fish is captive brought! O kiss, thou charming rod of honey, With which the bird is limed and caught! 10. Thou spak’st and gav’st a lock to me Of thy dear silken hair; “Wear this, and I for ever thee “Within my heart will wear.” Full oft have heart and hair been call’d To act this loving part. Now say: is not thy head yet bald? And full thy little heart? 11. You, loved one, assured me so strongly, I wellnigh fancied it true; That you asserted it was so, Was no sign of folly in you. But that I almost believed it, ’Tis this that I so rue. 12. I’ve seen full many a tragedy play’d, Extracting my tears like magic; But ’mongst them all, that touching scene Had an end by far the most tragic, Wherein thou tookedst the principal part, While I at thy feet was panting,-- How well thou actedst the innocent one, Thou actress most enchanting! 13.