Now, my dainty little sprite, Will you think me overbold Pretty pupil, when you say Tell me, may I understand, Have you in your tresses room Or, if I presume too much Teaching French by sense of touch, Grant me pardon and reprieve! Aimer, aimer; c'est à vivre. Sweetheart, no! you cannot go! Theodore Tilton. ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA `HE cunning hand that carved this face, THE A little helmeted Minerva— The hand, I say, ere Phidias wrought, Had lost its subtle skill and fervour. Who was he? Was he glad or sad? Who knew to carve in such a fashion? Perchance he shaped this dainty head But he is dust: we may not know His happy or unhappy story: Both man and jewel lay in earth The thousand summers came and went, The years wiped out the man, but left Till some Visconti dug it up, To rise and fall on Mabel's bosom. O Roman brother! see how Time Has come, at last, to be rewarded. Who would not suffer slights of men A On such a bosom rise and fall so! Thomas Bailey Aldrich. THE LUNCH GOTHIC window, where a damask curtain Made the blank daylight shadowy and uncertain: A slab of agate ore four Eagle-talons Held trimly up and neatly taught to balance: A melon cut in thin, delicious slices: A cake that seemed mosaic-work in spices: 66 THE WITCH IN THE GLASS Y mother says I must not pass "MY She is afraid that I will see "Alack for all your mother's care! A wistful wind, or (I suppose) Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt. "G TO PHOEBE ENTLE, modest, little flower, Love me but for half-an-hour, "Smiles that thrill from any distance Shed upon me while I sing! Please ecstaticise existence; Love me, oh, thou fairy thing!" If I loved you, fondly, madly;— William Schwenck Gilbert. MY LOVE AND MY HEART H, the days were ever shiny OH When I ran to meet my love; She was pleasingly poetic, And she loved my little rhymes; And have taught my love to sing! But my love she is a kitten, And my heart's a ball of string. |