DIRGE By Shakespeare (Schelling pare 147) "Fear no more the heat o' the sun Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finished joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! And renowned be thy grave." Again in the following we shall note the strangely pathetic sweetness. EVELYN HOPE By Robert Browning (Vic. An. page 354) "Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, I think: The shutters are shut, no light may pass Save two long rays thro' the hinge's chink. But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant (I shall say) And your mouth of your own eranium's red And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Given up myself so many times, Gained me the rains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes; I loved you, Evelyn, all the while. My heart seemed full as it could hold? There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young So, hush, I will See, I shut it There that is our rold. give you this leaf to keep: You will wake, and remember, and under st and. " |