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A Child of Twelve

A child most infantine

Yet wandering far beyond that innocent age
In all but its sweet looks and mien divine.

She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness,
A power, that from its objects scarcely drew
One impulse of her being-in her lightness
Most like some radiant cloud of morning dew,
Which wanders through the waste air's pathless
blue,

To nourish some far desert; she did seem
Beside me, gathering beauty as she grew,
Like the bright shade of some immortal dream
Which walks, when tempest sleeps, the wave of
life's dark stream.

As mine own shadow was this child to me.

This playmate sweet,

This child of twelve years old.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

From "The Revolt of Islam."

A Garden of Girls

A Garden of Girls

Chloe

It was the charming month of May,
When all the flowers were fresh and gay,
One morning by the break of day,
The youthful charming Chloe
From peaceful slumbers she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flowery mead she goes,
The youthful charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,

The youthful charming Chloe.

The feather'd people you might see,
Perch'd all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody

They hail the charming Chloe;
Till painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Out-rivall'd by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.

ROBERT BURNS.

O Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet As I was walking up the street,

A barefit maid I chanced to meet;
But O the road was very hard

For that fair maiden's tender feet.
O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet,
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,

Mally's every way complete.

It were more meet that those fine feet
Were weel laced up in silken shoon,
And 'twere more fit that she should sit
Within yon chariot gilt aboon.

Her yellow hair, beyond compare,

Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.

O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,

Mally's modest and discreet,

Mally's rare, Mally's fair,

Mally's every way complete.

ROBERT BURNS.

A Garden

of Girls

A Garden

Who Is Silvia?

of Girls

Who is Silvia?

What is she,

That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admirèd be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness;
And, being helped, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

From "The Two Gentlemen of Verona."

To Mistress Margaret Hussey

Merry Margaret

As midsummer flower

Gentle as falcon,

Or hawk of the tower;

With solace and gladness,

Much mirth and no madness,

All good and no badness;

So joyously,

So maidenly,

So womanly

Her demeaning,—
In everything
Far, far passing
That I can indite

Or suffice to write,
Of merry Margaret,
As midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon

Or hawk of the tower;
As patient and as still,
And as full of good-will,
As fair Isiphil,

Coliander,

Sweet Pomander,

Good Cassander;

Steadfast of thought,

Well made, well wrought;
Far may be sought

Ere you can find

So courteous, so kind,

As merry Margaret,

This midsummer flower

Gentle as falcon

Or hawk of the tower.

A Garden

of Girls

JOHN SKElton.

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