A LOVE-SONG.

When first in CELIA'S ear I poured

A yet unpractised pray'r,

My trembling tongue sincere ignored

The aids of “sweet” and “fair.”

I only said, as in me lay,

I'd strive her “worth” to reach;

She frowned, and turned her eyes away,—

So much for truth in speech.

Then DELIA came. I changed my plan;

I praised her to her face;

I praised her features,— praised her fan,

Her lap-dog and her lace;

I swore that not till Time were dead

My passion should decay;

She, smiling, gave her hand, and said

‘ Twill last then — for a DAY.