From die Legendary. THE ANNOYER.
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BY N. P. WILLIS. Love knoweth every form of air,

 And every shape of earth, A nd comes unbidden every where,

 Like thoughts mysterious birth. The moonlight sea and the sunset sky, Are writer with Loves words, And you hear his voice unceasingly, Like song ln the time of birds. He peeps into the warriors heart

 From the tip of a stepping plume, And the serried spears and the many men May not deny him room. He'll come to his tent in the weary night, And be busy in his dream; And he'll float in his eye in morning light, Like a fay on silver beam. He hears the sound of the hunters gun, And rides on the echo back, And sghs in his ear like stirring leaf And fits in his woodland track. The shades of the wood, and the sheen of the river The cloud, and the open sky,-' He will haunt them all with his subtle quiver, Like the light of your very eye. The fisher hangs over the leaning boat, And ponders the silver sea, For loyeis under the surface hid,

 And spell oi thought has he. He heaves the wave like a bosom sweet, And speaks in the ripple low, Till the bait is gone from the crafty line, And the hook hangs bare below. He blurs the print of the scholars book, And dintrudes in the maiden's prayer, And profanes the cell ofthe holy man, In the shape of the lady fair. In the darkest night, and the bright daylight, In earth, and sea, and sky, In every home of human thought,

 Will love be lurking nigh.