THE LAST AGONY .

I love and hate. Ah, never ask why so!
I hate and love — and that is all I know.
I see 't is folly, but I feel 't is woe!

LIVE AND LOVE .

We'll live and love, my Lesbia, thou and I,
Not caring one brass-farthing (currency),
If aged scandal-mongers spread a tale,
Or if the strait-laced Puritans say " Fie! "
" The sun dies, " yes! to rise in death's despite;
But thou and I, when once the little light
Of our two lives is set, must sleep alway
The eternal sleep of one eternal night.

At lovely Yoshino
The mountain cherries here and there
Have begun to show.

The hat you loved, the damask trimmed reed-hat
Has fallen, fallen!
Into Kamo River, into the middle of the river.
And while I searched and while I sought
Day dawned, day dawned.
Oh, the rustling, rustling of that autumn night by the pools!

This is the dust of Timas, whom Persephone's dark chamber received, dead before her wedding; when she perished, all her fellows dressed with sharponed steel the lovely tresses of their heads .

O love! who gave thee thy superfluous name?
Loving and dying — is it not the same?

I have a fair daughter with a form like a golden flower, Cleis the beloved, above whom I [prize] nor all Lydia nor lovely [Lesbos] ...

Thou and my servant Love .

The clouds are moving,
The oak-woods roar,
The maiden is sitting
On ocean shore.
The waves are breaking with might, with might,
Her sighs go forth on the gloomy night,
Her eyes are discolored with weeping.

" The heart is now perished,
The world is void,
And henceforth to me
My wish is denied.
Thou Holy One! now thy child recall;
Of earthly pleasures I've compassed all
In the joy of living and loving.

I met you and the pain of separation was forgot,
And all I should have kept in mind my heart remembered not.

What cruelty and scorn I in your bitter letters knew!
No love was there; O Gracious One, have you forgotten too?

Strange is the journey that my soul by wanton Love was led,
Two steps were straight and clear, and four forgotten were instead.

There was some blundering o'er my fate at the Great Reckoning;
You have forgot, O Keeper of the Record, many a thing.

You took my heart, but left my life behind: O see you not