94 FlOEA’8 BUI. 
Jttlfl 0. 
DOG ROSE. — Pain and Pleasure. 
When love was stricken with disgust, 
At the cold world’s unnatural sway, 
He shook in scorn the golden dust, 
From his transparent feet away, — 
And sought in pilgrim-weeds, a spot 
For penance fit, —- lone, dark, and hare, 
Where even Hope’s wan bloom was not, — 
He found my heart, and laid him there ! 
R. M. Milnes. 
luln 10. 
FIG TREE. — AKiss. 
Her lips are snips of scarlet, July flowers 
Spread with the tincture of vermilion hue; 
Blessed in self-kisses ; past our human powers 
To touch ; so high a bliss what mortal knew ? 
Between those ruby gates slide spicy showers, 
Which those, slain by her eyes, with life imbue; 
Angelic sounds, and charming smiles so nice 
Hence flow, which make her presence Paradise. 
I'ORDAGE. 
