A WORM WITHIN THE ROSE.

ROSE, but one, none other rose had I,
A rose, one rose, and this was wondrous fair,
One rose, a rose that gladdened earth and
sky,

One rose, my rose, that sweetened all my air-
I cared not for the thorns; the thorns were there.

One rose, a rose to gather by and by,
One rose, one rose, to gather and to wear,
No rose but one-what other rose had I?
One rose, my rose ; a rose that will not die,-
He dies who loves it,-if the worm be there.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

LOVE.

O, the year's done with!
(Love me for ever!)
All March begun with,
April's endeavour;

May-wreaths that bound me.
June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever-
(Love me for ever!)

ROBERT BROWNING.

TAY me no more; the flowers have ceased to

blow,

The frost begun ;

Stay me no more; I will arise and go,

My dream is done.

My feet are set upon a sterner way,

And I must on ;

Love, thou hast dwelt with me a summer day,

Now, Love, begone.

ERNEST MYERS.

旅

SIGH in the morning gray!
And a solitary tear,

Slow to gather, slow to fall;
And a painful blush of shame

At the mention of thy name-
This is little, this is all,
False one, that remains to say,

That thy love of old was here

That thy love hath passed away!

AUBREY DE VERE.

H! love is like the rose,

And a month it may not see,

Ere it withers where it grows-
Rosalie !

I loved thee from afar ;

Oh! my heart was lift to thee

Like a glass up to a star-
Rosalie !

Thine eye was glassed in mine

As the moon is in the sea,

And its shine was on the brine-
Rosalie !

The rose hath lost its red,

And the star is in the sea,

And the briny tear is shed-
Rosalie !

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.