DEATH OF QUEEN MERCEDES. HERS all that Earth could promise or bestow, Youth, Beauty, Love, a crown, the beckoning years, Lids never wet, unless with joyous tears, A life remote from every sordid woe, And by a nation's swelled to lordlier flow. What lurking-place, thought we, for doubts or fears, When, the day's swan, she swam along the cheers Of the Alcalá, five happy months ago? The guns were shouting Io Hymen then That, on her birthday, now denounce her doom; The same white steeds that tossed their scorn of men To-day as proudly drag her to the tomb. Grim jest of fate! Yet who dare call it III. FANCY. UNDER THE OCTOBER MAPLES. WHAT mean these banners spread, Surely for thee are meant My brain shapes form and face, Perfect! and all this to waste On a gray beard's palsied taste! Poets so their verses write, Heap them full of life and light, And then fling them to the rude Mumbling of the multitude. Not so dire her fate as theirs, Since her friend this gift declares Choicest of his birthday boons, Eleanor's dear macaroons! February 22, 1884. TELEPATHY. "AND how could you dream of meeting?" Nay, how can you ask me, sweet? All day my pulse had been beating The tune of your coming feet. And as nearer and ever nearer I felt the throb of your tread, Love called, and I could not linger, Of the dreaming lutanist. And though you had said it and said it, "We must not be happy to-day," Was I not wiser to credit The fire in my feet than your Nay? SCHERZO. WHEN the down is on the chin Summer's cheek too soon turns thin, When new life is in the leaf All too soon comes Winter's grief, "FRANCISCUS DE VERULAMIO SIC COGITAVIT." THAT's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, For, indeed, is 't so easy to know When next upon the page I chance, This feeling fresher than a boy's? Laughing, one day she gave the key, Then added, with a smile demure, He thought, no doubt, "Those flashes grand, That light for leagues the shuddering sky, Are made, a fool could understand, "He's of our race's elder branch His family-arms the same as ours, Both born the twy-forked flame to launch, Of kindred, if unequal, powers." And is man wiser? Man who takes SCIENCE AND POETRY. HE who first stretched his nerves of subtile wire Over the land and through the sea-depths still, Thought only of the flame-winged mes senger As a dull drudge that should encircle earth With sordid messages of Trade, and tame Blithe Ariel to a bagman. But the Muse Not long will be defrauded. From her foe Her misused wand she snatches; at a touch, The Age of Wonder is renewed again, And to our disenchanted day restores The Shoes of Swiftness that give odds to Thought, The Cloak that makes invisible; and with these I glide, an airy fire, from shore to shore, Or from my Cambridge whisper to Cathay. A NEW YEAR'S GREETING. THE century numbers fourscore years; If e'er life's winter fleck with snow If to such fairies years must come, THE DISCOVERY. I WATCHED a moorland torrent run |