Tender and True (Paperback)

Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1892. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Lass Andre nur im Reigen. LASS ANDRE NUR IM REIGEN TO THE SILENT ONE. H, leave to other maidens ** Fair greeting, sweet replies, Thou art my lovely Silence, With thy clear, friendly eyes. The eyes, so true, so tender, They tell me, day by day, More of thy deepest heart, love, Than lips could ever say. So wakes the earth to gladness The blessed April sun; Yet, year by year, in silence, The perfect work is done. Yet all sweet words and music To thee, dear child, belong; Be thou my lovely Silence, And I will be thy Song. Emanuel Geibel. Translated by L. C. THE MIRROR. THAT I should love thee seemeth meet and wise. So beautiful thou art that he were mad Who in thy countenance no pleasure had; Who felt not the still music of thine eyes Fall on his forehead as the evening skies The music of the stars feel, and are glad. But o'er my mind one doubt still cast a shade Till in my thoughts this answer did arise: That thou should'st love me is not wise or meet, For like thee, Love, I am not beautiful. And yet I think that haply in my face Thou findest a true beauty -- this poor, dull, Disfigured mirror dimly may repeat A little part of thy most heavenly grace. Richard Watson Gilder. "MY SONGS ARE ALL OF THEE/' TV/T Y songs are all of thee, what though I sing * * * Of morning, when the stars are yet in sight, Of evening, or the melancholy night, Of birds that o'er the reddening waters wing; Of song, of fire, of winds, or mists that cling To mountain-tops, of winter all in white, Shall I compare Thee to a Summer's Day I 47 Of rivers that toward ocean take their flight, Of summer, when the rose is blossoming. I think no thought that is not thine, no breath Of life I breathe beyond thy sanctity; Thou art the voice that silence uttereth, And of all...