LINES TO BLUMINE.

When day gives place to sweeter night, And twinkling stars come out on high, Like sentinels in armor bright, To watch amid the ebon sky; High in the north thine eye will see That lonely star, whose steady beam Shall look into thy heart, and be The phantom of thy troubled dream. I love thee not: though once thy heart Beat in warm answer to my own; Like strangers we shall meet and part, And I shall tread my way alone.