All impulses of soul and sense And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, Her bosom heaved, she stepped aside, She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride. I Lamb THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces. How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. WHEN HESTER HEN maidens such as Hester die, Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try, With vain endeavor. A month or more hath she been dead, A springy motion in her gait, Of pride and joy no common rate, I know not by what name beside Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool; But she was trained in nature's school, Nature had blessed her. |