VIRGIN’S BOWER, 
The stolen look. 
“We met—’twas in the merry dance— 
I only caught thine eye; 
A look, a smile, a hurried word, 
And thou hadst floated by! 
But sweeter than an angel’s face, 
Or Houris’ smile at even, 
Or music on a moonlit tide, 
Was that one glimpse of Heaven!” 
FAREWELL. 
We parted—cold and worldly eyes 
Upon that parting fell, 
And bravely we kept back our sighs, 
And calmly said farewell! 
But there are looks we learned of Love, 
That only Love can read, 
And like the flash from cloud to cloud, 
From heart to heart they speed! 
Yes! in one eloquent glance thy soul, 
On wings of light to mine 
In wild and passionate sorrow stole, 
And whispered words divine. 
Heaven’s blessing on that royal heart, 
That thus could lavish feeling! 
’Twas almost sweet, though sad to part, 
Our silent love revealing. 
F. S. 0 
