THE FAITHLESS LOVER.

O life, dear Life, in this fair house
  Long since did I, it seems to me,
In some mysterious, doleful way
  Fall out of love with thee.

For, Life, thou art become a ghost,
  A memory of days gone by;
A poor forsaken thing between
  A heartache and a sigh.

And now, with shadows from the hills
  Thronging the twilight, wraith on wraith,
Unlock the door and let me go
  To thy dark rival Death!



  THE FAITHFUL LOVE.

O Heart, dear Heart, in this fair house
  Why hast thou wearied and grown tired,
Between a morning and a night,
  Of all thy soul desired?

Fond one, who cannot understand
  Even these shadows on the floor,
Yet must be dreaming of dark loves
  And joys beyond my door!

But I am beautiful past all
  The timid tumult of thy mood,
And thou, returning not, must still
  Be mine in solitude.