Guilo.

Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.          Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?              The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone          On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow.              I love but thee, my Guilo! be content;          The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure.              The future is thy God's. The past is spent.          To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure.              See how I love thee, Guilo! Lips and eyes          Could never under thy fond gaze dissemble.              I could not feign these passion-laden sighs;          Deceiving thee, my pulses would not tremble.              "So I loved Romney." Hush, thou foolish one -          I should forget him wholly wouldst thou let me;              Or but remember that his day was done          From that supremest hour when first I met thee.              "And Paul?" Well, what of Paul? Paul had blue eyes,          And Romney gray, and thine are darkly tender!              One finds fresh feelings under change of skies -          A new horizon brings a newer splendor.              As I love thee I never loved before;          Believe me, Guilo, for I speak most truly.              What though to Romney and to Paul I swore          The self-same words; my heart now worships newly.              We never feel the same emotion twice:          No two ships ever ploughed the self-same billow;              The waters change with every fall and rise;          So, Guilo, go contented to thy pillow.