Art and Love

For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart In that sweet comradeship that so endears. Her fondest hopes, her sorrows and her fears She told her mate; who would in turn impart Important truths and secrets. But a dart, Shot by that unskilled, mischievous boy, who peers From ambush on us, struck one day her breast, And Love sprang forth to kiss away her tears. She thought his brow shone with a wondrous grace; But, when she turned to introduce her guest To Art, behold, she found an empty place, The goddess fled, with sad, averted face.

ONE WOMAN'S HISTORY. "The maiden free, the maiden wed. Can never, never be the same, A new life springs from out the dead And with the speaking of a name— A breath upon the marriage bed, She finds herself a something new.

"Where lay the shallows of the maid No plummet line the wife can sound; Where round the sunny islands played The pulses of the great profound Lies low the treacherous everglade.

"A wife is like an unknown sea, Least known to him who thinks he knows Where all the shores of Promise be, And where the islands of Repose— And where the rocks that he must flee."