KEATS'S LAST SONNET.

BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as thou artNot in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task,

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moorsNo-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

JOHN KEATS.

I GATHERED it wet for my own sweet Pet
As we whisper'd and walk'd apart :
She gave me that rose, it is fragrant yet,—
And oh, it is near my heart.

FREDERICK LOCKER.
London Lyrics. (K. Paul)

LET others praise, as others prize,
The witching twilight of your eyes—
I cannot praise you: I adore,

And that is praise-and something more.

FREDERICK LOCKER. London Lyrics. (K. Paul.)

COME, my love, while my heart is in the south,
While youth is about my ways—

I will run to meet you and kiss your mouth,
And bless you for all my days.

GUY ROSLYN.
Village Verses. (Moxon and Co.)

THE kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left,
Shall never part from mine,
Till happier hours restore the gift
Untainted back to thine.

LORD BYRON.

"THE bliss which woman's charms bespeak, I've sought in many, found in none!" "In many 'tis in vain you seek

What only can be found in one."

COVENTRY PATMORE

The Angel in the House. (G. Bell and Sons.)

THAT DREAM OF OURS. O, THE young love was sweet, dear, That dainty dream of ours,

When we could not keep our feet, dear, From dancing through the flow'rs;

When hopes and gay romances

Were thick as leaves in spring,
And cares were old folks' fancies,
And joy the solid thing.
Of all youth's visions blest, dear,
Of all its golden dow'rs,
O, the young love was best, dear,
That dainty dream of ours!