When she came home the other day W. S. LANDOR. CCXXIII A PETITION TO TIME TOUCH us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three (One is lost, an angel, fled To the azure overhead!) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings: Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. B. WALLER PROCTER. CCXXIV LOVE AND DEATH I THOUGHT Once how Theocritus had sung ; "Guess now who holds thee?"-"Death!" I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, "Not Death, but Love!" CCXXV MRS. BROWNING. THERE are who say we are but dust; W. S. LANDOR. 256 CCXXVI SONG Go, forget me-why should sorrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Like the sun, thy presence glowing, Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, Hope and Beauty! fare ye well! Go, and all that once delighted CCXXVII REV. C. WOLFE. JENNY kiss'd me when we met, Sweets into your list, put that in : Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kiss'd me. CCXXVIII THE NUN If you become a nun, dear, In any cell you run, dear, S LEIGH HUNT. The roses all turn pale, too; The doves all take the veil, too; What! you become a nun, my dear! The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear, Will chaunt "We trust in thee." The incense will go sighing, The candles fall a-dying, The water turn to wine; What! you go take the vows, my dear! You may-but they'll be mine. LEIGH HUNT. CCXXIX A BOY'S SONG WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. |