HE AND SHE.

Under the pines sat a young man and maiden, "Love," said he; "life is sweet, think'st thou not so?" Sweet were her eyes, full of pictures of Aidenn,— "Life?" said she; "love is sweet; no more I know."

Into the wide world the maid and her lover Wandered by pathways that sundered them far; From pine-groves to palm-groves, he flitted a rover, She tended his roses, and watched for his star.

Oft he said softly, while melting eyes glistened, "Sweet is my life, love, with you ever near:" Morning and evening she waited and listened For a voice and a foot-step that never came near.

Fainting at last, on her threshold she found him: "Life is but ashes, and bitter," he sighed. She, with her tender arms folded around him, Whispered—"But love is still sweet;" and so died.