LOVE'S AMBITION.

I must invoke thee for my spirit's good,

And prove myself un-guilty of the crime

Of mere self-seeking, though with this imbued.

I sing as sings the mavis in a wood,

Content to be alive at harvest time.

Had I its wings I should not be withstood!

But I will weave my fancies into rhyme,

And greet afar the heights I cannot climb.

I will invoke thee, Love! though far away,

And pay thee homage, as becomes a knight

Who longs to keep his true-love in his sight.

Yea, I will soar to thee, in roundelay,

In shine and shower, and make a bold assay

Of each fond hope, to compass thee aright.