Ere the sorrows of others I shun.
So, then, my trust you'll requite.
Go!"--said the star to its light.






"THE SUNSHINE OF THINE EYES"


The sunshine of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!)
Whatever it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.

The sunshine of thine eyes,
O let it fall on me!
Though I be but a mote of the air,
I could turn to gold for thee!






JESSAMINE