GOLDILOCKS. Can its embers burn below When does Love give up the chase? "Youth may pass and strength may die; But of Love I can't foretoken: Ask some older sage than I!" EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. G Goldilocks. OLDILOCKS sat on the grass, Tying up of posies rare : Hardly could a sunbeam pass Through the cloud that was her hair. Purple orchis lasteth long, Primrose flowers are pale and clear ; Oh, the maiden sang a song Sad before her leaned the boy, Think o' me, sweet Amabel." Looked with doubtful, doubtful eyes: As a gloriole sign o' grace, 7 Give her time: on grass and sky Let her gaze if she be fain, Ah! the playtime she has known, Childhood over like a song? Come again some other dav." JEAN INGELOW. "Where the Brook and River meet.” M Y maiden visions curb their airy flights, And droop their pinions and come back to me; That first fair world, with all its young delights And morning hopes, they can no longer see. My girlhood's world lies lost beneath the flood But lo! another world, as fair, more calm, I bare my brow to breezes blowing balm, And smile, through tears, above my girlhood's grave. A tender longing, full of gracious pain, A want more rich than wealth possessed before, Delicious rumors rife in heart and brain, And rosy warmths that flush me more and more : BLUE-BEARD. A sense of incompleteness, new and strange, Something that draws me toward support, beside A hundred nameless heraldries of change Forewarn me of a chance that may betide. I watch to meet an eye I have not met; I hearken for a voice I have not heard; Sometimes a look will startle, or a tone; A touch sometimes half seem to shake my heart; A moment then alone is more alone, And fates were sweet together, not apart. Yet well content with blessed discontent I dream my dream, nor care to waken soon; So watch, my heart, and let me dream my dream; But greet him thou - my dream may make me dumb. WILLIAM C. WILKINSON. H Blue-Beard. E is not dead, for I am he! Nay, little one, you need not start; That awful closet is my heart, I pray you not to turn the key. You hold the matter in suspense, You hesitate, ah! all is lost; The key is turned, the threshold crossed, Now you must take the consequence. 9 Seven dead loves you bring to view Seven dead loves! a heavy load. When college days gave life a glow, I scarcely know how it occurred; And ere three weeks were at an end A grim old lawyer taught me Kent; And spoke some words not in the "Code"His youngest girl knew what they meant. When Fashion's flame was all alive, But yonder, where the maple-tree You see one other figure stand, Her memory will forever last; |