VII SPORTS AND PASTIMES Blowing Bubbles SEE, the pretty Planet! Faintest breeze will fan it Far or near; World as light as feather; Moonshine rays, Rainbow tints together, Drooping, sinking, failing, Mounting, whirling, sailing, Full of mirth; Life there, welling, flowing, Pictures coming, going, Without sound. Swifter and yet more swift, Till the heart with a mighty lift Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:— "O bird, see; see, bird, I fly. "Is this, is this your joy? Say, heart, is there aught like this Speed slackens now, I float Till, when the wheels scarce crawl, My feet to the treadles fall. Alas, that the longest hill Must end in a vale; but still, Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er, Shall find wings waiting there. HENRY CHARLES BEECHING. Sports and Pastimes Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn The dew-bespangled herb and tree! Nay, not so much as out of bed? When all the birds have matins said, Sports and Pastimes And sung their thankful hymns, 'tis sin, Whenas a thousand virgins on this day, Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best, when once we go a Maying. Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove, |