WITH STRAWBERRIES. 3 In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea: Breath and bloom, shade and shine,-wonder, wealth, and - how far above them Truth, that's brighter than gem, Trust, that's purer than pearl, – Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe for me - all were In the kiss of one girl. ROBERT BROWNING. WITH STRAWBERRIES. WITH strawberries we filled a tray, And then we drove away, away Along the links beside the sea, Where wave and wind were light and free, And where the springy turf was gay With strawberries. A shadowy sail, silent and gray, Can sweethearts all their thirst allay With strawberries? WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY. ROM FR THE GARDEN OF LOVE. you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; "I COUNT MY TIMES BY TIMES THAT I I MEET THEE." COUNT my times by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons If thou art far, the birds' tunes are no tunes; WER WENIG SUCHT, ETC. Thou art my dream come true, and thou my dream, RICHARD WATSON GILDer. 5 WER WENIG SUCHT, DER FINDET VIEL. Translated from Rückert. NLY a shelter for my head I sought, ΟΝ One stormy winter night; To me the blessing of my life was brought, How shall I thank thee for a gift so sweet, I sought a resting-place for weary feet, Only the latchet of a friendly door My timid fingers tried; A loving heart, with all its precious store, I asked for shelter from a passing shower, - I would have sat beside the hearth an hour, LILIAN CLARKE. THE QUEEN. To heroism and holiness How hard it is for man to soar, But how much harder to be less Than what his mistress loves him for! He does with ease what do he must, Or lose her, and there's nought debarr'd From him who's call'd to meet her trust, And credit her desired regard. Ah, wasteful woman, she that may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing he cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapen'd paradise; How given for nought her priceless gift, How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine, Which spent with due, respective thrift, Had made brutes men, and men divine! O Queen, awake to thy renown, Require what 't is our wealth to give, I who in manhood's name at length Must yet in this thy praise abate, LOVE AGAINST LOVE. Mainly, has man been so much less Seller and buyer both disgrace; Puts out the light in virtue's face. COVENTRY PATMORE. LOVE AGAINST LOVE. 7 S unto blowing roses summer dews, As Or morning's amber to the tree-top choirs, So to my bosom are the beams that use To rain on me from eyes that love inspires. Your love, vouchsafe it, royal-hearted few, And I will set no common price thereon; Oh! I will keep as heaven its holy blue, Or night her diamonds, that dear treasure won. But aught of inward faith must I forego, Or miss one drop from Truth's baptismal hand, Think poorer thoughts, pray cheaper prayers, and grow Less worthy trust, to meet your heart's demand? Farewell! Your wish I for your sake deny; Rebel to love in truth to love am I. DAVID A. WASSON. |