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'twas not won from pearly depths,
Nor gleaned from diamond
mine,
Nor all the chemist's subtlety
Its substance could define.

It ne'er was set in band of fold
Some dainty hand to grace,
Ne'er
shone in diadem to deck
A brow of kingly race.
For me alone, a wizard spell
Lies prisoned in its beams,
Hours of
enchanted ecstacy
And days of Eden dreams.
Wouldst know the precious gift with which
For worlds I would not
part?
The priceless jewel is they love,
Its setting is my heart.
REVENITA.
TO REVENITA
Oh, in the hush of midnight's hour,
When darkness sleeps on land and
sea,
How oft in dreams, sweet fragile flower,
Thou'st come to bless
and comfort me.
O, in the hush of midnight's hour,
How oft from taunting dreams I
start,
To find thee but a fancy flower--
Thou cherished idol of my
heart.
SANSON.
TO SANSON
I've a beautiful home, where I live in my dreams,
So joyous and
happy--an Eden it seems;
All beautiful things in nature and are
Are
blending to rapture the mind and the heart;
No discords to jar, no
dissensions arise,
'Tis calm as Italia's ever blue skies,
When kissed
by the bright rosy blush of the morn;
And a voice of the spheres on
the breezes is borne,
Soft as the murmur of sea-tinted shells,
Sweet
as the chiming of far away bells;
And grief cannot enter, nor trouble
nor care,
And the proud peerless prince of my soul, he is there.
In my beautiful home from the cold world apart,
He holds me so
close to his fast beating heart;
More enchanting his voice than the

syren-wrapt song,
O'er the wind-dimpled ocean soft floating along,

As he whispers his love in love's low passioned tone,
Such home, and
such lover, no other has known.
REVENITA.
TO REVENITA
O, let us leave this world behind--
Its gains, its loss, its praise, its
blame--
Not seeking fame, nor fearing shame,
Some far secluded
land we'll find,
And build thy dream-home, you and I,
And let this
foolish world go by.
A paradise of love and bliss!
Delicious draughts in Eden bowers,
Of
peace, and rest, and quiet hours,
We'll drink, for what we've missed in
this.
The shafts of malice we'll defy,
And let this foolish world go
by.
SANSON.
TO SANSON
Life of my life, my soul's best part,
I could not live without thee now;

And yet this love must break my heart,
Or break a sacred vow.
Which shall it be? an answer oft
From puzzling doubts I've sought to
wake;
Must joy, or misery, hence be mine,
Must heart or promise break?
Alone, Heaven's highest court would prove
A desolated land to me;

Earth's barest, barren desert wild,
A paradise with thee.

REVENITA.
TO REVENITA
Thou hast beamed on my pathway, a vision of light,
To guide and to
bless from afar;
To illume with thy smile the dead chill of night,

My star, my bright, beautiful star.
The sun pales before thee, the moon is a blot
On the sky where thine
own splendors are;
And dark is the day where thy presence is not,

My star, my bright, beautiful star.
SANSON.
TO SANSON
O love, do not call me a star!
'Tis too cold and bright, and too far

Away from your arms; I would be,
The life drops that flow in your
veins,
The pulses that throb in your heart.
My bosom should be the
warm sea
Of forgetfulness, tinged with the stains
Of the sunset,
when day-dreams depart;
You should drink at its fountain of kisses,

Drink mad of its fathomless deep;
Submerged in an ocean of blisses,
I'd be something to kiss and to
keep.
Loving, and tender, and true,
I'd be nearer, oh! nearer to you

Than the glittering meteors are;
Then, love, do not call me a star.
REVENITA.
TO REVENITA
Thou'st made for me an atmosphere of life;
The very air is brighter
from thine eyes,
They are so soft and beautiful, and rife
With all we
can imagine of the skies.
O woman, where is they resistless power;
I swore the livery of

Heaven to grace,
Yet stand, to-day, a sacrilegious tower,
Perjured
by the witchery of thy face.
SANSON.
TO SANSON
Then, love, I'll give thee back thy perjured vow;
I would not hold thee
with one pleading breath;
It may be best to leave the pathway now,

That can but lead to death.
I'll crush the agonies that burning swell,
And say farewell.
REVENITA.
TO REVENITA
"Farewell?" No, not farewell, I'll worship ever
Thy form divine.
No death's despair, no voice of doom shall sever
My heart from thine.
Thou'st crowned me with they love and bade me wear it,
I kiss the shrine.
I will not give thee up, nay, here I swear it,
That thou art mine.

A desecrated holiness is o'er me,
I've held the Thyrsus cup;
I've dared the thunderbolts of Heaven for
thee,
I will not give up.
SANSON.
World, farewell!
And thou pale tape light, by whose fast-dying flame

I write these words--the last my hand shall pen--farewell! What is't to
die? To be shut in a dungeon's walls and starved to death? She knows,
and soon will I. She sought to learn of me, and I to teach