THE TRIBUNE.

For the Tribune.


,cr,oNS FOR PORTRAIT OF MISS

BY J &C.
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BY &C.
coME. thou of The divinest Ar,
Tsse her impression from my heart,
Win whom, the "teariu vale" oil lie
rd walk companion, "friend' or - VIE
The ground and colors well prepare
The outline draw, like Venus oare'
Or,hst symmetric, wavy flow
Correegio's wonders only show.
Then, as the taperpg limbs arise
To form, on the enrup;ured eyes,
Eorobe them in some lucent shade,
That brings thy pencil Fancy's aid.
Give her an air OF pensive mood;
The scene around, u solitude;
Reclining Meath a roseate bower,
In the soft, solemn, twilight hour.
Der her young face Of thought be cast
Some sad-sweet memories fthe Past
Light clouds, that while they dim, adorn
The briliance OF the brow OF Morn.


But o. for one celestial spark,
To miugle in thy glossy dark;
Those eyes, large, languishing, TO !orn,
That awe with light, with love that warm;
With arched brow and siken lash,
Like Loves own bow, in act 10 fash
The lightning Of their subsler dart
Into the spell-bound gazer's heart.


Then, Ger her neck's soft marble, straying,
Hang sablost curis-here fondly playing,
As IT, instinct with love, the tresses
Would keep it to their own caresses;
Unrollng there, with proud delight
Their coiIed luxuriapce down lis light
Beyond thine art, snatch one last g'ace
Which has no name in this vile posing,
And fuse il Ser both men and face
ris Lyric Poetry, reposing
The lips have too much of compression,
An opening rose-bud's the expression.
Retouch this Id, too softly simple,
And take away that silly dimPle.
The neck and breast, too palely white,
And make the brow more bluely bright.
Stop, Painter, stop it lives-itmores
IT'S she, Ills she let me embrace her
Close to the heart she loved-she loves?-
Till H-n's sell, or death displace her
velc- York. I7ug. 23. 1874