Lady, for thy pity's counting! What wilt thou exchange for it?' Till he kneeleth at my knee: 'I am a duke's eldest son! Thousand serfs do call me master,But, O Love, I love but thee!' "He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds; And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds." Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily; Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding up the stream, light-hearted, Where the osier pathway leads- And a rat had gnawed the reeds. With his red-roan steed of steeds, SONNET TO SLEEP. ed away; The air is balmy with the coming May, A bridal music rings from bush and brake. All things the glory of the time partake; I would be bright and joyous even as they. But tearful memory dims the golden day; The light glares sickly, while this heart must ache ARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable For eyes long closed, that fondly turned to Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, And let the day be time enough to mourn mine, And voices dear forever dumb to me; ANONYMOUS. lak me no more the mosa mey The cloud may stoof from heaven & to the the ships. Tears, ille tears, I know not what they mean, Seard from the depth of some divine despair hise in the heart & gather to the eyes on the happy Autumn fields, In looking And thinking the days that are no more |