"Then noonward, as the task grows light with all the labor done, The single thought of all the day becomes a joyous one; For, rising in my heart at last where it has lain so long, It thrills up seeking for a voice, and grows almost a song. "But when the evening comes, indeed, the words have taken wing, The thought sings in me still, but I am all too tired to sing: Therefore, O you my friend, who serve the world with minstrelsy, Among our fellow-workers' songs make that one song for me." E. LEE HAMILTON. STRANGLED. SUNKEN GOLD. IN dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships, While gold doubloons that from the drowned hand fell Lie nestled in the ocean-flower's bell With Love's gemmed rings once kissed by now dead lips. And round some wrought-gold cup the sea-grass whips, And hides lost pearls, near pearls still in their shell, Where sea-weed forests fill each ocean dell, And seek dim sunlight with their countless tips.. So lie the wasted gifts, the long-lost hopes, Beneath the now hushed surface of myself, In lonelier depths than where the diver gropes. They lie deep, deep; but I at times behold In doubtful glimpses, on some reefy shelf, The gleam of irrecoverable gold. MRS. ALICE MEYNELL (MISS ALICE THOMPSON). 1850 [HER first volume, Preludes, was published before her marriage, which occurred in 1877, and received favorable notice by Rossetti and other competent critics. She has written comparatively little in verse, and since her marriage has almost exclusively devoted herself to the composition of prose, giving special attention to matters pertaining to art criticism.] [STEP-DAUGHTER of Karl Blind, the German author and political writer. Miss Blind is knowa as a skilful editor and critic of Shelley's works. In 1874 she produced a translation of Strauss's Old Faith and the New, and, in 1881, The Prophecy of St. Oran, and Other Poems. She is also the author of a Life of George Eliot, 1883, which has been republished in this country.] [SON of Philip Henry Gosse, F.R.S. Born in London, Sept. 21, 1849; educated in Devonshire: appointed assistant librarian at the British Museum in 1867, and received in 1875 the post of translator to the Board of Trade. He spent some time in Norway, Denmark, Sweden, and Holland, studying the literature of those countries. His poetical writings consist of Madrigals, Songs, and Sonnets (in conjunction with a friend), 1870; On Viol and Flute, 1873; King Erik, a Tragedy, 1876; The Unknown Lover, a Drama, 1878; and New Poems, 1879. He is also the author of about thirty essays contributed to Ward's English Foets, 1880-81. He is now engaged upon a complete edition of the works of Gray. His Life of Gray, in the English Men of Letters Series, appeared in 1882.] They climb up where the deepest shadows They knew, as I do now, what keen close. But though they pass, and vanish, I am there. I watch his rough hands meet beneath her hair, Their broken speech sounds sweet to me like prayer. Ah! now the rosy children come to play, And romp and struggle with the newmown hay; Their clear high voices sound from far away. A strong man feels to watch the tender delight, flight Of little children playing in his sight; What pure sweet pleasure, and what sacred love, Comes drifting down upon us from above, In watching how their limbs and feat ures move. I do not hunger for a well-stored mind |