Ere she wakes from her innocent dreams;
There's a long list of kisses to settle,
And some love sighs and death sighs, it seems.
Bare your arm! Strike for life and the maiden!
Take that! You are cautious, I fear
Speed the blow,--'tis with happiness laden
For him who does not remain here

That and that! I am wounded,--it's over
Those kisses were destined for you;
But now she is yours and you love her,
Go tell her that I loved her too




Blood on the Rose.

Is it dew on the rose?
'T is the same that I gave him
Last night when I chose
To warn him and save him;

That he pinned on his breast
With a smile at his danger,
And a smile, not in jest,
That was sweeter and stranger

Here are footprints of foes!
Oh, my heart!--I can feel