LINES
WRITTEN UNDER A PICTURE OF A GIRL BURNING
A LOVE-LETTER.
The lines were fill'd with many a tender thing,
All the impassioned heart's fond communing.
I took the scroll: I could not brook
An eye to gaze on it, save mine;
I could not bear another's look
Should dwell upon one thought of thine.
My lamp was burning by my side,
I held thy letter to the flame,
I marked the blaze swift o'er it glide,
It did not even spare thy name.
