70 THE LOVE LIES BLEEDING. 
Oli! well I knew what had dimm’d her eye. 
And made her cheek so pale,— 
The maid had forgotten her early song, 
While she listened to love’s soft tale. 
She had tasted the sweets of the poison’d cup; 
It had wasted her life away. 
And the stolen heart, like the gather’d rose, 
Had charm’d but for a day. 
Embtxky. 
