Through the wood-moss, Medora, Away, away,-they will not stay; Come to the woods, Medora, Come to the shade with me; The roses bloom in that sweet gloom So bloom, dear rose, for me ! REINE D'AMOUR. LOSE as the stars along the sky, The purple heart, and golden eye, And each one sigh'd as I went by, And take her for my Queen. And one in virgin white was drest All rainbow bright, with laughter light, They flicker'd o'er the green, Each whispering I should pluck her there And take her for my Queen Of Love, And take her for my Queen. But sudden at my feet look'd up Pure odour in pure perfect cup, That made my bosom sing. 'Twas not for size, nor gorgeous dyes, But her own self, I ween, Her own sweet self, that bade me stoop And take her for my Queen. Now all day long and every day Her beauty on mẹ grows, And holds with stronger sweeter sway Than lily or than rose ; And this one star outshines by far And take her for my Queen. FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE. 23 THANK thee, dear, for words that fleet, For all caresses simply sweet For blushes mutely understood, Oh how in words to tell the rest? Oh give to God the love again Which had from Him its birth, Oh bless Him, for He sent the twain Together on the earth. FREDERICK MYERS. MY NEIGHBOUR. OOVE thou thy Neighbour," we are told, "Even as thyself." That creed I hold ; But love her more, a thousand-fold ! My lovely Neighbour; oft we meet I know the music of her feet. She little thinks how, on a day, Or how the rustle of her dress Wee woman, with her smiling mien, She passes me, unconscious Queen! Her face most innocently good, Where shyly peeps the sweet red blood: Her form a nest of Womanhood! |