They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), A VALENTINE. FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies That must be worn at heart. Search well the mea sure The words the syllables! Do not forget If one could merely comprehend the plot. [To discover the names in this and the following poem, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. It has not been thought necessary to retain the American spelling, Læda, for Leda.] Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing -Mendez Ferdinando Like the knight Pinto Still form a synonym for Truth-Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. AN ENIGMA. "SELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnetTrash of all trash!—how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff— Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Sol is right enough. The general tuckermanities are arrant But this is, now-you may depend upon itStable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within't. ΤΟ Nor long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained "the power of words "-denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue : Than even the seraph harper, Israfel, (Who has "the sweetest voice of all God's creatures"), Could hope to utter. And I my spells are broken. pen falls powerless from my shivering hand. The |