Soft, soft,
the gaze of married folk, I think,
Limpid and calm
as pools where cattle drink ;
And, when they kiss,
most discontentments shrink
!
Even as the stars together sing (we hear)
So sings the married life, a tuneful sphere.
Husband
is he, and she is very dear.
How truly beautiful it is to see
Old age in perfect unanimity.
Affections
smooth, and buzzing like a bee.
The sun sets, in conjunction with the moon.
Death
comes
at last,
a pleasure and a boon,
And they arrive in heaven very soon.
\_Immense,
spontaneous,
uncontrollable
applause
sweeps
like
a whirlwind
through
the court.
An Unknown Minstrel {breaking
in unheralded).
Tender the phrase,
and faint the melody,
When poets praise a maiden's purity
;
Platitude
linked
to imbecility.
\Murnmrs of surprue.
As 'mongst spring's sprigs
sprouts sunshine's constant
face
;
Or as a mill grinds on, with steady pace
;
So sprouts, so grinds, the unblushing commonplace.
Soft, soft the brain —
\The murmurs
break into an indignant uproar.
lOl