worlds than this. He knew, despite the neglect and scorn of his time, that fame even upon the earth would be granted him, and that his work was done, for the Eternal Powers do not labour in vain. Re-engraved time after time, In my golden house on high, There they shine eternally.' W. B. YEATS. POETICAL SKETCHES. TO SPRING. O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour TO SUMMER. O THOU who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard Our bards are famed who strike the silver wire : TO AUTUMN. O AUTUMN, laden with fruit, and stained "The narrow bud opens her beauties to |