"With eyes that saw not I kissed her."

Darling, the merciful Father

Alone can make it fall!"

Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.

WITHOUT AND WITHIN.

Y coachman, in the moonlight there,
Looks through the side-light of the
door;

I hear him with his brethren swear,
As I could do, but only more.

Flattening his nose against the pane,
He envies me my brilliant lot,
Breathes on his aching fists in vain,
And dooms me to a place more hot.

He sees me in to supper go,

A silken wonder by my side,

Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row
Of flounces, for the door too wide.

He thinks how happy is my arm

'Neath its white-gloved and jewelled load; And wishes me some dreadful harm, Hearing the merry corks explode.

Meanwhile I inly curse the bore
Of hunting still the same old coon,
And envy him, outside the door,
In golden quiets of the moon.

The winter wind is not so cold

As the bright smile he sees me win,
Nor the host's oldest wine so old
As our poor gabble sour and thin.

I envy him the ungyved prance

By which his freezing feet he warms, And drag my lady's-chains and dance The galley-slave of dreary forms.

O, could he have my share of din,
And I his quiet! — past a doubt
"T would still be one man bored within,
And just another bored without.

GODMINSTER CHIMES.

WRITTEN IN AID OF A CHIME OF BELLS FOR
CHRIST CHURCH, CAMBRIDGE.

JODMINSTER? Is it Fancy's play?
I know not, but the word

Sings in my heart, nor can I say
Whether 't was dreamed or heard ;
Yet fragrant in my mind it clings
As blossoms after rain,

And builds of half-remembered things
This vision in my brain.

Through aisles of long-drawn centuries
My spirit walks in thought,
And to that symbol lifts its eyes

Which God's own pity wrought ;
From Calvary shines the altar's gleam,
The Church's East is there,
The Ages one great minster seem,

That throbs with praise and prayer.

And all the way from Calvary down
The carven pavement shows