POETRY
... A T N I G H T. 1DYiNG? ?? do butjest! You smile in the dark, .1 know! Surely I should know best How the quick pulses go. Lay your hand on my cheek: FEEL, though you sup not, the red. Why, in another week, I shall have left my bed! It 'was being so long alone- So sickof the world's vain strife, Uncared for, and unknown, That sapp'd the springs of life! You have given a world of love: Nay, ...