Jessie is both kind and true, If she yet remain unsung, Jessie is a little child! A Garden of Girls BRET HARTE. Olivia She gamboll'd on the greens I swear, by leaf, and wind, and rain- That tho' I circle in the grain Five hundred rings of years, Yet, since I first could cast a shade, So slightly, musically made, Then ran she, gamesome as the colt, And livelier than a lark A Garden of Girls She sent her voice thro' all the holt A light wind chased her on the wing, But light as any wind that blows, The flower she touch'd on, dipt and rose, And turned to look at her. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. From "The Talking Oak." Nikolina O tell me, little children, have you seen her— Nikolina! swift she turns if any call her, With spikes of slender larkspur, burning blue. In her little garden many a flower is growing-- But the child that stands amid the blossoms gay A Garden Is sweeter, quainter, brighter e'en than they. CELIA THAxter. of Girls The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, No nightingale did ever chaunt A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard, Will no one tell me what she sings?— Garden of Girls Or is it some more humble lay, Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. We, Hermia, Helena and Hermia Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry Due but to one, and crownéd with one crest. From "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Phyllis In petticoat of green, Sat milking her fair flock; "Mongst that sweet-strained moisture, rare de light, Her hand seemed milk, in milk it was so white. WILLIAM DRUMMOND. So Sweet Is She Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Or have smelt o' the bud of the brier? A Garden of Girls |