SONG FROM "JAMES LEE." I. OH, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, Listening the while, where on the heap of stones II. That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. VI. Be a god, and hold me Be a man, and fold me VII. Teach me, only teach, Love! I will speak thy speech, Love, VIII. Meet, if thou require it, IX.. That shall be to-morrow, I must bury sorrow Out of sight: X. -Must a little weep, Love, And so fall asleep, Love, MEETING AT. NIGHT. I. THE gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap As I gain the cove with pushing prow, II. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; And a voice less loud, through joys and fears, PARTING AT MORNING. ROUND the cape of a sudden came the sea, WOMEN AND ROSES. I. I DREAM of a red-rose tree. II. Round and round, like a dance of snow Living and loving and loved to-day. Last, in the rear, flee the multitude of maidens, Beauties yet unborn. And all, to one cadence, They circle their rose on my rose-tree. Dear rose, thy term is reached, Thy leaf hangs loose and bleached: IV. Stay, then, stoop, since I cannot climb, Oh, to possess and be possessed! Hearts that beat 'neath each pallid breast! Drink but once and die !-In vain, the same fashion, V. Dear rose, thy joy's undimmed; Thy cup's heart nectar-brimmed. VI. Deep, as drops from a statue's plinth Fold me fast where the cincture slips, Prison all my soul in eternities of pleasure, Girdle me for once! But no-the old measure, They circle their rose on my rose-tree. VII. Dear rose without a thorn, VIII. Wings, lend wings for the cold, the clear! Roses will bloom nor want beholders, I will make an Eve, be the Artist that began her, MISCONCEPTIONS. I. THIS is a spray the bird clung to, Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,— |