That its fair flowers may from his cheek
Brush the too happy tear!

_The Triad._


Queen, and handmaid lowly!
Whose skill can speed the day with lively cares,
And banish melancholy
By all that mind invents or hand prepares;
* * * * *
Who that hath seen thy beauty could content
His soul with but a glimpse!

_The Triad._


Dear girl ...
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine;
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.

_Sonnet._


I knew a maid,
A young enthusiast ...
Her eye was not the mistress of her heart;