.

"I'd rather trust, though seas divide,
Than linger doubting by your side:
Now speak, what turns your heart away;
The love of gold or Allen Gray?"

Up rose her spirit, quick and proud;
And, as through a translucent cloud
Pour crimson streams of torrid light,
The red blood dyed her forehead white.

"I have not broken faith or vow,"
She said; "but do release you now.
My heart cannot be bought or sold
By Allen Gray with love or gold.

"I trifled with him but to try
Your faith in me: I'd rather die
Than wed a man of jealous heart:
You cannot trust me, let us part.

"The jealous love you bring to me,
(As yonder green, impulsive sea
Unto the shore doth come and go,)
In passion tides would ebb and flow.

"And as that surf, in fitful swells,
Doth bring or bear away the shells
From yonder strand,--such passion, strife
Would fill, or desolate my life.

"Such earthly crown of love to wear,
The cross it brings I would not bear;
Here! see me cast the burden down:
Go!--for I yield you up the crown."

The angry flush had faded now,
Leaving her bosom, cheek, and brow
Whiter than sea-foam 'neath the moon;
Her low voice as sad wind-harp's tune.

She waved her hand and turned away:
He caught it, crying, "Daisy, stay!
Let not a flash of passion-pride
Two clinging hearts like ours divide."

She stood before him haughty, cold:
"You taunted me with love of gold--
Who wealth and titles scorned--to be
The chosen bride of Graham Lee."

"This choice, perhaps, you now regret,
And crave a titled suitor yet;
Hearts that are anchored side by side,
No surface-ripple can divide."

His words were bitter in their turn,
And, like sharp acid on a burn,
They scorched her heart, and seared the spot
Where blossomed love's "forget-me-not."

Oh, why are darts of anger hurled
From heart to heart throughout the world;
Fierce as the lightning--flashing far,
From cloud to cloud, its red-hot bar?

So quick, so shar