To-1 fear thy kisses, gentle maiden To-One one word is too often profaned To-Mine eyes were dim with tears unsbed MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey Weary wind, who wanderest On the tree or billow? |
