He appear❜d about as truthful In his talk as any man. Let me tell you how he sold me : "Look you, Mr What's-Your-Name, I shall summons you," he told meBut the summons never came! Through the meadows, daisy-laden, In a very loving way; And I stole a kiss-another Then another-then a lot. "Fie!" she said, "I'll tell my mother." Idle words; she told her not. When a party who dislikes me 'Tis an empty phrase, it strikes me, Not since Disappointment school'd me, Have I credited the truth Of the promises that fool'd me In my green and gushing youth. WHERE-AND OH! WHERE? WHERE are the times when-miles away From the din and the dust of cities Alexis left his lambs to play, And wooed some shepherdess half the day Where are the pastures daisy-strewn As ever the notes were over? Where are the echoes that bore the strains Each to his nearest neighbour : G And all the valleys and all the plains Where all the nymphs and their love-sick swains Made merry to pipe and tabor? Where are they gone? They are gone to sleep But Arcady's times are like the sheep For they've left their tales behind them ! A FIT OF THE BLUES. Y deep cerulean eyes are full of tears, taper: How dimly every azure line appears To be imprinted on my bluish paper. My casement opens on the blue, blue sky, That Luna fades and that Aurora brightens. Oh that the morning light could bring for me One hour amidst the blue-bells and the heather! One hour of sojourn on the wide blue sea, In crystal calmness or in stormy weather! Oh that the "freshness of the heart" could fall Once more upon my spirit, and could kindly Bring back again the days when first of all I read my Blue Beard and believed it blindly ! One cure there is for all the ills that make |