25 JANUARY 1879, Page 13

SONNET.

1[From the Provencele of Jordt, a Troubadour of the Thirteenth Century.]

"Mats 6 gazer que dins ?noun cor sentisse."

.0 JOY and pain that I in heart perceive, - Now most desired, and most detested now !

.0 joy that killest, pain that bidd'st me live !

If Love thou art not, what and whence art thou ?

Joy can I that which bringeth pain believe?

Pain can I that which bringeth joy avow?

0 pain that pleasest, joy that bidd'st me grieve !

If Love thou art not, what and whence art thou ?

Nothing I fear, yet am in evil case ; I know no peace, yet hear no battle's sound ; Myself I hate, to others fondly vow.

Nothing I touch, yet all the world embrace ;

To heavenward soar, yet never leave the ground ;- If Love thou art not, what and whence art thou ?

F. W. B.