A Garden of Girls Or have tasted the bag of the bee? Oh, so white! oh, so soft! oh, so sweet, is she! From "The Triumph of Charis." I Love My Jean Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, There wild woods grow, and rivers row, But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, But minds me o' my Jean. ROBERT BURNS. My Nannie's Awa' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays, The snaw-drap an' primrose our woodlands adorn, Thou lav'rock that springs frae the dews of the The shepherd to warn o' the gray-breaking dawn, Come, autumn, sae pensive, in yellow an' gray, ROBERT BURNS. A Garden of Girls ca 66 The World of Waters The sea has the sun for a harper." She has also among her myriad worshippers Swinburne, the poet-harpist, who sweeps all the strings of his noble instrument in her praise. There can be no worthier introduction to a group of sea-poems than lines "all gold seven times refined," selected almost at random from a great poet whom you will be glad to read later on. "Green earth has her sons and her daughters, "She is pure as the wind and the sun, And her sweetness endureth forever.” "For the wind, with his wings half open, at pause Leans wareward and flutters the ripple to laughter!" "But for hours upon hours As a thrall she remains Spell-bound as with flowers And content in their chains, And her loud steeds fret not, and lift not a lock "And all the rippling green grew royal gold "Where the horn of the headland is sharper "The waves are a parement of amber, |