Blue as yon star-beam.

_Ferishtah's Fancies._


That flower-like love of hers;
* * * * *
She was true--she only of them all!
True to her eyes, ... those glorious eyes.
* * * * *
With truth and purity go other gifts.
All gifts come clustering to that.

_The Return of the Druses._


Good as beautiful is she,
With gifts that match her goodness, no faint flaw
I' the white;--she were the pearl you think you saw.

_Daniel Bartoli._


Since beneath my roof
Housed she who made home heaven, in heaven's behoof
I went forth every day, and all day long
Worked for the world. Look, how the laborer's song
Cheers him! Thus sang my soul, at each sharp throe
Of laboring flesh and blood--"She loves me so!"