INES SENT A KISS TO ME.

"Un abrazo me mandó Ines."

INES sent a kiss to me

While we danced upon the green;

Let that kiss a blessing be,

And conceal no woes unseen.

How I dared I know not now,
While we danced I gently said,
Smiling, "Give me, lovely maid,
Give me one sweet kiss”—when, lo!
Gathering blushes robed her brow;

And with love and fear afraid, Thus she spoke-"I'll send the kiss In a calmer day of bliss."

Then I cried—"Dear maid! what day

Can be half so sweet as this?

Throw not hopes and joys away ;

Send, O send the promised kiss!—

Can so bright a gift be mine,

Bought without a pang of pain?

"Tis perchance a ray divine,

Darker night to bring again.

"Could I dwell on such a thought,
I of very joy should die;
Nought of earth's enjoyments, nought
Could be like that ecstasy.

I will pay her interest meet,

When her lips shall breathe on me;

And for every kiss so sweet,

Give her many more than three.”

Idem,

p.

94.

YES! SILVIA, I FOR THEE SHALL DIE.

"Silvia, por ti moriré."

YES! Silvia, I for thee shall die.
One favour I would ask of thee,—
If one inquirer ask for me,
Say "I destroy'd him-even I."

For if thou wilt confess the deed
I will forgive thee, and the word
Shall for my sweet revenge be heard,
And my excuse thou thus shalt plead :
Revenge, since all from thee will fly,
When they shall hear the tale of thee;
Excuse, O yes! excused by me,
While owning-" I destroy'd him-I!"

And thus a victory crowns us both:
Thou victory gain'st, I victory give.
Yes! from our combat shall survive
Mysteries of glory!-I my troth,
My faith, my vow, my constancy,-
Thou, for thou hast o'erpower'd me,
And greater shall the victory be,
Thou owning-"I destroy'd him-I!"

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Idem, p. 89.

SOAREZ.

GO, GENTLE MISSIVE.

"; Anda ve con diligencia."
"¡

Go, gentle missive,-go and greet

With mournful words and gloomy mien
My lady-lay thee at her feet,

In that benignant presence sweet :

Queen of my thoughts and memory's queen;

If she shall ask a word of me,

Say, with a pale and tear-wet cheek,

"O lady! when I left him, he

Utter'd more sighs of misery
Than letters on my pages speak!"

If she shall ask thee, missive! why?

Say, "Lady! 'twas the thought that thou
Hadst fled, to where his eager eye

Can catch no light, can find no joy
From thy blest smile of glory-now.”
And if she add-" Some other maid,
Some other maid, this dream has wrought;"

Say that I swore--and wildly said,
I ne'er affection's vow betray'd,

Nor stain'd its thoughts with other thought.

If she shall ask thee, missive! more:
"Is he still faithful-is he true?"

Say, "Lady! By the stars he swore,
And told thy countless beauties o'er,
That time his love should ne'er subdue:
Where'er he goes, where'er he stays,
He thinks of thee,-to thee he flies;
And when he stops, and when he strays,

To thee he turns his fetter'd gaze,

And mourns-and faints-and weeps-and sighs."

Then she will ask thee, missive! how

Life such a train of woes can bear?

And thou wilt say-" "Tis hope's bright glow
That fans his love,—and dreams that thou
Wilt sympathise at last and share:"

Say-" Though there's doubt and fear in this,
Yet-on such hopes the soul will dwell,
Or else this shadowy heaven of bliss,

Where one soft beam of sunrise is,
Would darken into hopeless hell.”

And when thy honest tongue reveals

These pangs my

inner heart which tear,

Watch if one look of pity steals—

Mark what she thinks, and what she feels,