DAY, in melting purple dying,
Blossoms, all around me sighing,
Fragrance, from the lilies straying,
Zephyr, with my ringlets playing,
Ye but waken my distress:
I am sick of loneliness.

Thou to whom I love to hearken,
Come, ere night around me darken;
Though thy softness but deceive me,
Say thou'rt true, and I'll believe thee;
Veil, if ill, thy soul's intent,
Let me think it innocent.

Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure;
All I ask is friendship's pleasure;
Let the shining ore lie darkling,
Bring no gem in lustre sparkling;
Gifts and gold are nought to me;
I would only look on thee!

Tell to thee the high-wrought feeling,
Ecstasy but in revealing;
Paint to thee the deep sensation,
Rapture in participation,
Yet but torture, if comprest
In a lone unfriended breast.

Absent still? Ah! come and bless me!
Let these eyes again caress thee;
Once, in caution, I could fly thee;
Now, I nothing could deny thee;
In a look if death there be,
Come and I will gaze on thee!

xxx

The Guardian Angel
'CALL me no longer Hariph: I but took,
For love of that young pair, this mortal guise;
And often have I stood, beside Heaven's book,
And given in record there, their deeds and sighs.

'From infancy I've watch'd them, —far apart, —
Oppress'd by men and fiends; yet, form'd to dwell
Soul blent with soul, and beating heart 'gainst heart;
'T is done. — Behold the angel Raphael.

'That blest commission, friend of men, I bear,
To comfort those who undeservedly mourn;
And every good resolve, kind tear, heart-prayer,
'T is mine to show before the Eternal's throne.

'And oft I haste, and when the good and true
Are headlong urged to deep pollution, save;
Just as my wings receive some drops of dew,
Which else must join Asphaltites' black wave.'

He said; all o'er to radiant beauty warming,
While they, in doubt of what they look'd upon,
Beheld a form —dissolving — dazzling — charming —
But, ere their lips found utterance, it was gone.