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.

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 ;

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.

LONG the shore, along the shore
I see the wavelets meeting;
But thee I see-ah, never more,
For all my wild heart's beating.

The little wavelets come and go,
The tide of life ebbs to and fro,

Advancing and retreating :

But from the shore, the steadfast shore,
The sea is parted never:

And mute I hold thee evermore,

For ever and for ever.

Along the shore, along the shore,
I hear the waves resounding,
But thou will cross them 'never more

For all my wild heart's bounding :
The moon comes out above the tide,
And quiets all the waters wide,

Her pathway bright surrounding:

While on the shore, the dreary shore,

I walk with weak endeavour,
I have thy love's light evermore,

For ever and for ever.

DINAH MARIA CRAIK.