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CONTENTS. 
 
 The New Year 
 Recjuest 
 
 A Wish 
 
 Trouble in the Woods World 
 
 In June Time 
 
 Contrast - - ■ ■ 
 
 Sul)mi8siou 
 
 An Autumn Evening 
 
 Night - - - - - 
 
 Hope - - - - 
 
 Elan de L'ame 
 
 A Reverie 
 
 Despair - - - 
 
 We Two 
 
 Dawn . - - - • 
 
 Retrospect 
 
 Then and Now 
 
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 To One Beloved 
 
 A Portrait 
 
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THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 O blythe Young Year with your cheeks rich glow, 
 
 And your golden head fearless and proud : 
 Crowned with holly and gleaming with snow, 
 
 Newly born of the starshine and cloud ! 
 Full of the North Wind's boisterous mirth, 
 
 Fresh from the breath of the frost- kissed sea, 
 What do you bring to this sad old Earth, 
 
 Pealing Her welcome to thee ( 
 
Request. 
 
 REQUEST. 
 
 Swift Spirit of the woods, the storm, the sea ! 
 
 List ye awhile, and O, abide with me ! 
 Go ! tell the brooks to chant with varying moods. 
 
 In the deep silence of the sombre woods ! 
 To lave the green-brown moss with touches wet ! 
 
 To gem the shadow^ed ways with violet 1 
 Then bid the dark- browed Storm to hie away 
 
 In caverns deep, and tell old Ocean grey 
 To have His waves in gentle tones to roll 
 
 Their softer cadence to the very soul ! 
 Then to my Love, she of the soul-lit eyes, 
 
 Plead with her, Spirit, that the swift Time flif " 
 O Spirit of the woods, the storm, the sea ! 
 
 The stars are glowing gold, she comes to me ! 
 
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 A WISH. 
 
 O, to go back to that year again, 
 Its dewy nights in starlit gleam, 
 Brown eyed Twilight with hair aflame, 
 Lush, sweet meadows in violets' sheen, 
 To linger where pines stood whispering, 
 Weaving their shadows, purpled deep : 
 Night-dream silence the hour would bring ; 
 Golden eyed stars their watch would keep. 
 But now. Beloved, the sky is drear, 
 With bits of blue, a dash of pearl, 
 Brown and lemon, just over there 
 Where you see clouds of night uncurl— 
 The trees like ghouls in a spectral mist ; 
 And bright is the gold, for everywhere 
 Autumn has claimed, and elapsed, and kissed, 
 Yet left me naught, but a mute despair. 
 
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 Trouble in the Woods World. 
 
 TROUBLE IN THE WOODS WORLD. 
 
 In the heart of the woodlands, Miss Autumn sat musing, 
 
 Her sweet face growing colder, her grey eyes full of care, 
 For the Pines and the Spruce were so sternly refusing 
 
 The gifts which Miss Autumn had given kindly each year. 
 Now the Birches, the Maples and sturdy young Saplings, 
 
 With their dresses of fine crimson and gold, trembled so, 
 As they thought of the rudeness of these grim old scarred 
 trees, 
 
 To refuse the rich colours which would dress them in glow, 
 And listening in wonder, as each old tree said, 
 
 In deep chorus of sighing, "We would rather be dead. 
 Than change now our dark robes for the crimson and gold, 
 
 We were so dressed for contrast, at least, Wv.'ve been told. 
 The old order n'er changeth, sombre and tall. 
 
 We'll remain in our dark robes, once and for all." 
 But, over the hill-top the Sun in his glee 
 
 Threw a shaft of gold arrows right into the tree. 
 And thus for a moment, in spite of the scold, 
 
 The gloomy old scarred trees were turned into gold. 
 Miss Autumn's sweet grey eyes deep gleamed in delight. 
 
 And the one star above, simply winked, all its might. 
 
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In June Time. 
 
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 IN JUNE TIME, 
 
 What is it, Beloved, we mean to do, 
 
 You and I in the witchincr June weatlier, 
 
 So high above us the lieaven's clear blue, 
 All things forgotten, We Tivo to-gether. 
 
 Wandering on till the west is fading 
 . Out of its passionate heart, the glow ; 
 Shadows all deepening, folding, shading 
 The cherry trees with their blooms of snow. 
 
 See the wee aster pale in the farlight 
 Glow of the night, like a iieck of foam, 
 
 Tremulous there in the dreamy starlight, 
 Wide awake keeping, to see yon go home. 
 
 Hear the lush nuisic of leaves, ashiver. 
 See the white sheen of the harhor-bar 
 
 Glinnner and dimple, all in a (juiver, 
 
 Enkindled w^ith gold from the lauglnng star : 
 
 O ! then my Dear One my heart is yearning 
 
 So deep in its inmost depths, through and through, 
 
 Waiting, the June-time with sunset's burning 
 In rapture and glory, roses and you. 
 
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 Contrast. 
 CONTRAST. 
 
 Life is sad in the city street, 
 
 But, O sweet, where the clover blooms, 
 Where summer winds with dallying feet, 
 
 Are drunk with the lillie's perfumes. 
 
 Life is narrow in city street. 
 
 But 'tis broad on the wind-swept hills, 
 Where pines murmur, a rest complete, 
 
 And life seems a song with the rills. 
 
 O, to think of the infant lives, 
 Which are lived in the city street. 
 
 Cramped with mis'ry in human hives. 
 So pallid, so weary and beat. 
 
 Though to His Own the Heavenly Love 
 
 From the Merciful One is sent, 
 " Ye lie 'mong pots, ye'U be as a dove," 
 
 Never seems for these to be meant. 
 
 And, yet. His Purpose is right we know, 
 Some souls must be spent in the moil ; 
 The crocus blossoms under the snow, 
 The star-flower glows from the soil. 
 
 Dear little lives so patient and sweet. 
 Playing alone in the grim city street. 
 
 Teach us a lesson, whoever complain 
 Loaded with luxury, lives without aim, 
 
 Teach us, O, teach us, wee ones of the street, 
 Draw us a-near, to His Glorious Feet. 
 
 
Suhmission. 
 
 SUBMISSION. 
 
 O Fate, 'tis hard to bow to thy decree \— 
 
 To turn away from all the glorious noon 
 
 The sunlit meadows, blushed with clover bloom, 
 
 The laughing brightness o£ the dimpled sea. 
 
 The heart-yearned, hand-clasp, soul-lit sympathy. 
 
 And pierce down, deep, the dark abyss of gloon. . 
 
 'Tis not so very much to ask, this boon ; 
 
 A less'ning of the distati; free from dread, 
 
 A glimpse of gold athwart the duU-hued thread, 
 
 A breath of roses sweet, with summer dew, 
 
 To walk as in a glory, pregnant through 
 
 With bliss of loving, dull content, a thing «* "f^S^t 
 
 And banished for one hour, having all things fraught 
 
 To make our life a picture, rich and rare 
 
 Yet, Beloved, if to our lot there fall no share, 
 
 Then I will walk the briers, think it meet. 
 
 Since' suffering, dear, with Thee, makes all things sweet. 
 
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 A„ Autumn fvt'p,nivg. 
 
 AN AUTUMN EVENING. 
 
 A white road glimmering athwart the dark, 
 Broad sliadows lying on its rutted breast : 
 A clump of firs, crowned with expiring spark, 
 Of ruddy tire, uom the now purpling west : 
 A s(iuirrel, chatt'ring in brown-richness drest, 
 A soothing scent of ferns, and forest things : 
 An old worn fence, round which, the brier clings. 
 
 With heart on fire, to its rough hewn bars : 
 A broad expanse of blue, all showered with stars : 
 
 M'he chirp, chirp, of some belated bird ; 
 A ploughboy, calling to his distant herd : 
 
 'riie lauirhter of a brook, with mossy stone, 
 The croak of frogs, in deepening monotone : 
 The barking of a dog so sharp and shrill : 
 A gold-red moon peeps o'er the long dark hill 
 
 Whose crest is tired in a deeper hue ; 
 Tall birches, with their red veins pulsing through 
 
 The satiny whiteness of their limbs of snow : 
 Another star gleams through the throbbing glow— 
 
 A light is seen to tiash from yonder sill, 
 A gate's sharp click, a step, and all is still. 
 
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 NIGHT. 
 
 Beloved, in golden pomp the day declines ; 
 
 See over the ridge of dreamy fan-shaped pmes 
 A young may moon her silver sickle shows ; 
 
 A thousand night-blown odours now unclose ; 
 The mystery of the time enwraps me round, 
 
 Whilst distant roofs and spires, to me appear 
 A city wrought of dreams ; the only sound 
 
 The voices of the night, and ever near 
 In shadowy moss glades, the song of streams, 
 
 The stars unveil the beauty of their eyes. 
 To dark retreat the tiny glow-worm hies 
 
 A minim world of fire, the birches gleam 
 Like yearning arms of Naiads, snowy white 
 
 Stretching towards the gold-gemmed brow of Night 
 Who wraps them soft in perfumed breaths of air. 
 
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 Hope. 
 
 HOPE, 
 
 A dull grey sky, with a single bar of dusky gold near the 
 
 outmost rim, 
 A sea's sullen breast deep flecked with white, where the 
 
 sea-gulls fitfully skim, 
 A lurid, lone beach, swept clean, in the night, by a passionate 
 
 seas's deep breath ; 
 A silence intense, wrapping all the world, like the coming 
 
 of stealthy death ; 
 Yet, behold a change, for the dusky bar is slowly turning 
 
 to gold, 
 For a light, all pearly, in silv'ry hue veiled, is banishing 
 
 all the cold ; 
 And atop yonder hill, where the gloom was wrapped in 
 
 sombre fold, is unfurled 
 The glowing disc of a moon, and her light is bathing in 
 
 amber the world. 
 The sky is deepened to softer blue, like the passion - 
 
 depth of soul-lit eyes, 
 And the Old Earth smiles in her birth anew, like a long 
 
 lost Paradise. 
 Sweet stars with exquisite eyes, threw deep laughing 
 
 glances into the sea 
 Whose waves now awake from their sullen sleep, and 
 
 murmur melodiously. 
 Thus, O Heart ! was my lonely life, like the darkened 
 
 world, and the dull grey sea, 
 Till you came, Beloved, and with you, came Hope, and with 
 
 Hope a new world to me. 
 
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 Elan de Vame. 
 
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 ELAN De LAME. 
 
 The night was drowsy with roses' subtile scent ; 
 
 Down at our feet the water gleamed like gold , 
 The lillies' and the roses' heads were bent 
 
 To catch the dear, sweet, story which was told. 
 
 The soft pulsations of the summer stars 
 Grew softer, as they gazed upon Y^^' ^weet 
 
 So calm, so beautiful, the moonlight s silv ry bais 
 Were thrown as trophies at your dainty feet. 
 
 Why should your beauty haunt me with its witching 
 
 Your pile, cold face has fallen from my view ; 
 Did vou not know when gazing in your tace, 
 I fought for heaven and found it then in you.? 
 
 But ah ' we all must dream, and yet, 
 ^I'he wakening only brings such bitter pain I 
 The heart cries out in yearning, mad regiet, 
 For dreams all dreamed in vam. 
 
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 A Reverie. 
 
 A REVERIE. 
 
 Sweet, within your cosy curtained room 
 Where crimson intermingled with the gold, 
 
 And firelit shadows, throwing part in gloom, 
 My fancies lived, and bade themselves unfold. 
 
 Heart spake to heart, of things, so sweet, and strange, 
 
 And life was music to a dearer strain 
 Than all years had listed, O, the change, 
 
 The sunlit world, the rapture when you came ! 
 
 The pleasant walks, in meadows summer-hued, 
 The dewy nights in silv'ry woven beams, 
 
 The sea's deep symphony, your changeful mood, 
 Oh, Love, a time of dreams ! a time of dreams ! 
 
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 DESPAIR. 
 
 What IrA you Night with all your countless stars? 
 You cannot calm my pulses' surging beat, 
 Or make my life in rhythm passing sweet, 
 To chime in unison, with mellow bars. 
 Your still, deep, dewy sweetness, only mat's 
 That aolden summertide, so swift and fleet. 
 Whose hours now fraught with bitterness complete 
 That I would fain forget their many scars. 
 'Twere better far to list the sobbing wind 
 That tells of hearts in throbbing weary pain. 
 Or, standing by the sea in passion tossed. 
 With Nature weep, since lo.e is left behind. 
 
 What good were life, since heart throbs vyere in van,. 
 Mourn thou thy life, since all thy joy is lost. 
 
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 We Two. 
 
 WE TWO 
 
 O, Love, so sweet and tender is the day, 
 All cradled deep in summer's dreamy hush ; 
 Wee crickets chirp, and linnet's in the lush 
 Warm, clover-scented shadowed meadow-way ; 
 Here, in this nook, with just a thought oi* blue, 
 Shy peeping through the green of tender bloom. 
 Brought into being, thrilling, strange and new — 
 Into a grander, fuller, truer noon. 
 Sweetheart, with my thoughts so full of thee. 
 Lulled with the music of the summer day 
 Fast fading in the blueness of the sea, 
 As if some magic power held the sway. 
 
 Alorg a sandy stretch of snowy beach. 
 Where waves in all their crested beauty play, 
 We two had walked, till, unbeknown to each, 
 A subtile wich'ry o'er our souls held sway. 
 What was it made your face so sweetly tender ? 
 Such earnest glances from your eyes to mine ? 
 Passion-sweet in all their dreamj^ splendor ? 
 Ah me, tliat balmy, moonkissed summer-time I 
 The sea is silent now, in rhymthic rapture. 
 The beach awaits the coming of our feet ; 
 Dear heart, can we evermore recapture 
 That June-time, so perilously sweet ? 
 Ah ! yes, as long as our hearts are true, dear, 
 Such love as ours, can never grow cold, 
 Quaff the swwet, forgetting all the rue, dear — 
 The dross, the greys, have nothing but the gold. 
 
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 The Fair Dawn lies wrapped in the arms of Night, 
 Hushed and dream-hued in her Love's strong embrace ; 
 
 Not a leaf is stirring, a gold clear light 
 
 Opalascent, gleams from a moon's pale face. 
 
 The olive tinge of the dusky browed hill 
 
 Is deep touched in ineffable rose, 
 And pale saffron, flakes, grey-tinted, until 
 
 The laminous eyes of the Dawn unclose. 
 
 Her glowing mystery is now - 'vealed 
 
 From under her tresses of cloud-blown gold, 
 
 The sad lover. Night, hies lone o'er tlie field. 
 With the stars' fire Day paled in his told. 
 
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 Retrospect. 
 
 RETROSPECT. 
 
 I sadly muse, Sweetheart, with thoughts of you 
 Across the vista, dim, of silent years; 
 World-weary, heart-sick with the many fears 
 That still my pulses' throbbing ; till a-through 
 It all, your brave, sweet face, with eyes aglow, 
 Perfect, of all there is, that's pure and good. 
 Here, in this June-tide with her fields of snow 
 Shy nodding plumes of daisies, v^ith the brood 
 Of gauzy insects singing life away. 
 World forgot, amid the rhymthic sway. 
 And, now, the Night creeps up from o'er the sea. 
 Crowned with the splendor of Her myriad stars, 
 This beauty brings your beauty back to me. 
 That absence. Sweetheart, only dimly mars. 
 There, in your garden, hear you not the thrill, 
 As roses' petals thirsty hearts upraise, 
 A murmur sweet from golden daffodil. 
 Listing my message through the star-hued haze ( 
 Faint dreamy music, and 1 see you stand 
 With pale, sad face and sweetest words of light : 
 "My soul lias met your soul ; I understand. 
 Heart of my heart, your lonliness to-night." 
 
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 THEN AND NOW. 
 
 Close tight Oblivions lid, O, tired heart ! 
 
 The dreams are dead, their memory is pain, 
 
 The old things tear the gaping wounds apart, 
 
 The new, perhaps, will help to heal again. 
 
 The mad, sweet hours of June's rose scented niglit 
 
 Lie buried deep in roses crushed and sere : 
 
 Life's wine-vat trod their beauty out of sight. 
 
 Their sweetness drenched in many a bitter tear. 
 
 But, noiv Beloved, the world is all a-gold 
 
 Since first I knew the inmost soul of Thee, 
 
 As Dawn awakes the music of the sea, 
 
 Atremble with a million hues untold. 
 
 O, grand, true eyes, beneath a wealth of hair, 
 
 Deep violets, beneath a Hash of gold — 
 
 Can it be true that you have found me fair. 
 
 My soul's own soul, whom some have thought so cold:* 
 
 Unworthy, though, I can be all that's true. 
 
 And noble, as you say in your kind way, 
 
 What good undreampt of can a woman do. 
 
 Crowned with your love, and willing to obey— 
 
 My true, true Heart, and yet, all this I know, 
 
 One glance of mine has power thus to bring 
 
 Your noblest thought within those eyes aglow. 
 
 For I am you, imdi you my being's King. 
 
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 At Last, 
 
 AT LAST, 
 
 Together, and alone, at last are we ; 
 
 'Twas weary waiting for the rapture sweet ; 
 
 The hours dragged on so drearily, 
 
 The blue was dimmed, the world was grey and bleak; 
 
 What care I note, low lying at your feet, 
 
 That yearning eyes had fought back bitter tears ? 
 
 A calm has fallen, O, so deep, so deep ! 
 
 And I can banish all the foolish fears. 
 
 Since I can see your tender love-lit eyes 
 
 Radiant with glory, as summer sun-kissed skies, 
 
 Caress your hair, and kiss your crimson lips. 
 
 Like unto roses, and yet them eclipse ; 
 
 Draw near. Sweet One ! round me your arms enfold! — 
 
 What matters no'iv, the sneering, bitter world ? 
 
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 TO ONE BELOVED. 
 
 Beloved, as I walked alone to-day, 
 The world was wrapped in misty golden glow ; 
 And overhead, the deep blue heavenly way 
 Seem6d to kiss the wonder ot the snow ; 
 For far away, o'er fields ot trackless white 
 Unshadowed yet, by any thought of f f «• 
 Naught, but the sea's deep music, and the light 
 Of dusky Night's attendants, golden stars. 
 
 And, as I came unto the tall dark pines. 
 
 Outlined so strong against the amber light, 
 
 Weaving their music born of lonely winds, 
 
 Or tired hearts alone, as mine to-night , 
 
 Thou art to me, the fragrance of the rose 
 
 The still starlight, that dreams in garden clo.,e , 
 
 Thou art the dew in silver all empearled. 
 
 Thou art the mist tliat o'er the sea lies curled !- 
 
 Thou art the lightning's flash, in summer noons : 
 The golden wonder, of the fut'""".^;'"" ' , 
 The pensive twilight and the midnight deep . 
 The calm, sweet blessings of the hours of s eep- 
 Thou art'the fulness of the salt -f breath 
 The pink sea shells that gen; the da k ^M^^^^^^ 
 Thou^art my Life, without thee would be Death- 
 And darkness, and depair, for evermore. 
 
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 A Portrait. 
 
 A PORTE Air. 
 
 Leonie, with deep, dark pathetic eyes, 
 
 Like unto dusk of autumn's niidnio-ht skies, 
 
 Crowned with a cloud of sun-gold wind blown hair, 
 Fit setting for a brow so |)ure and fair. 
 
 A mouth ripe, rich, like to a cloven ros«% 
 
 Steeped in the witchery that the god, Love, throws, 
 For weal or woe, a mouth to woman given. 
 
 Whose passion-touch would make this earth a heaven. 
 
 Arrayed in softness of old rich brocade, 
 
 Falling in lines of beauty fold on fo'd. 
 Behind you, the deep shadows of the glad<% 
 
 Illumined with the sunset's clouds of gold ! 
 
 Nestling 'mid laces near your bosom's snow 
 
 A bio d-red Rose, with sweetly perfumed tips, 
 
 Yearns madly upwards, with its heart aglow, 
 In wild desire, to your crimson lips. 
 
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You. 
 
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 YOU. 
 
 Have you watched the creamy pink of roses' petals, Sweet 
 Urifold themselves to mysteries of sunlight, air and dew, 
 Tremulous with ecstacy,with heads down-drooped and meek^ 
 So has my heart unfolded all its wealth of love for you. 
 
 Have you watched the great, grey Sea flush deep as ruby 
 
 wine. 
 When rosy fingered Dawn has gently touched His sullen 
 
 breast, 
 And with a murmurous melody the waves in tones divine 
 Have lulled the lone, dark shore, into a haven of rest ? 
 
 Have you watched the violet in modest blue-tipped hood, 
 Emerge from out th« winter snows like tiny crystal star, 
 How dearly loved, the wee thing is, by all the deep dense 
 
 wood. 
 To whom it tells of golden hours — that Summer is not far. 
 
 Dear One, the twilight's falling, and the hours are lone and 
 
 drear. 
 While purple mist all starry lies a-dream upon the lea, 
 I want you my Beloved One, I want you ever near. 
 While watchinir all these beauties, dear, of violet, rose an«l 
 
 sea. 
 
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 Summer. 
 
 SUMMER 
 
 (), the thrilling and the pulsing of the blood, in days like 
 these, 
 With the sky a blaze of glory, and the sun-kissed laden 
 breeze 
 Quivering all the sombre branches of the patient waiting 
 trees 
 With caresses sweet with love, kindling hope and peace 
 and ease ! 
 Telling of the pinky splendor of the rnayflower and wild 
 rose, 
 ^ Gemming jewels in the stilly w^ays of forest dark, and close: 
 Telling of the dusky-dressed fields flecked in gleam of 
 golden rod. 
 
 Wondrous stars, a dream-lit silence, peace and beauty 
 shed al)road. 
 
 Till the Old Earth rests in blessing, underneath the smile of 
 God; 
 
 Of the Sea in laughing beauty, stretching arms out to the 
 shore. 
 For his heart is full of music never dreamed of yet before, 
 Where the sea-shells shyly nestle with their !; /eetly 
 crimsoned cheeks. 
 For a love song 'tis he sings, a love song 'tis he speaks. 
 'Tis a joy to sit and listen to the birds whose music floats • 
 In the gleaming rose-hued dawn-time in their sweetest 
 rippling notes; 
 Singing " Summer," Summer " Summer," from a thousand 
 sweet tuned throats. 
 
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Difference. 
 
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 DIFFERENCE. 
 
 Wrapped in silence, Love, 
 
 So deep, so deep, 
 None but the stars above, 
 
 Know the watch I keep. 
 
 Sunlit-time, enraptured, Love, 
 Old world born anew. 
 
 All the sunlight captured, Love, 
 In that hour with you. 
 
 Ah ! my life is weary, Love, 
 
 Bleak and gray, 
 'Reft of joy, and weary. Love, 
 
 This winter day. 
 
 Now the embers dying, Love, 
 
 In a sullen glow. 
 And the world is lying, Love, 
 
 Wrapped in snow. 
 
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 Memoirs, 
 
 MEMOIRS. 
 
 It^^rieves me that the golden time is dead ; 
 
 The amher-tinted flower-scented June 
 Hannts all my memory, as one, fancy led, 
 
 Sees rose leaves faded, in some sacred room. 
 
 That night I wove a garland for thy waist, 
 Of poppies rare besteeped in moonlit dew : 
 
 Thy lips rich crimson often did 1 taste, 
 
 For all my life was colored with their hue. 
 
 The distant hills were peaceful, O my Love ! 
 
 The moon had kissed them with her sil'vry sheen, 
 One tiny star was shining far above, 
 
 Whose liglit, reflected, was in yonder stream. 
 
 Cilad Nnture spoke, and all things answered her : 
 The night's sweet music made the rose unfold ; 
 
 I he hly swayed, to catcli the faint sweet stir 
 Of pniky petals from each other curled. 
 
 My heart is weary with its restless pain : 
 My life is grey as yonder sobbing sea : 
 
 Its yearnings kill me, for the dream is vain, 
 The dream I dreamed of thee. 
 
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Parting. 
 
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 PARTING. 
 
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 We said farewell by waters chill and deep : 
 
 We two alone, though many were the feet 
 
 That passed us, ever in their aimless quest, 
 
 Their faces lined with care, for few had rest ; 
 
 Thus it seemed, as you to me were all the world : 
 
 For in you were my dreams and hopes unfurled. 
 
 Sweetheart,! did not wish, from me, that you should go, 
 
 E'en though the length of days be one or two 
 
 My heart was weary, aching, aching so. 
 
 I count not time by weeks, or months, or years ; 
 
 By joys and sunny laughter ringing through, 
 
 But, pent up fountain of resisted tears. 
 
 O, Love, my Love with eyes of greyest blue, 
 
 1 saw the tears, within their tender depths 
 
 A moment, ere our parting thrilled me through ; 
 
 1 could have wept, Sweetheart, I could have w^ept. 
 
 Some golden thought from soul to soul flashed too. 
 
 I was alone with memory of my kiss 
 
 Pressed down and folded, soft as dew on rose. 
 
 Dear Heart, o:<'od by ! and as the dav tides close. 
 
 And dusky midnight wnngs its dreams to thee, 
 
 Ma}^ angels guard thy silent, sweet repose. 
 
 With thoughts all true, and bring thee soon to me. 
 
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 My Garden. 
 
 MY GARDEN. 
 
 There is a dear (juaint old ^jrarderi, 
 Sheltered by cliffs from the sea, 
 
 Where Spring winds riot, and barred in 
 With creepers wild and free. 
 
 With daffodils, dahlias, and pansies, 
 
 With pinks snowy-flaked, and deep red, 
 
 Where the lily's o-old heart full of fancies' 
 Lures the bee dusky-hued to her bed. 
 
 0, how the stars love that garden, 
 
 Its shadowed ways, claimed by the Niglit ! 
 
 And Day in sunshine all starred in, 
 Glows sweet in her roseate lio-ht. 
 
 0, how my heart loves that garden ; 
 
 Bathed deep in the Nicrht's tender tears ! 
 O, my soul loves that garden. 
 
 As she refills the urn of the years ' 
 
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 TO TllK OLD AXD NEW YEAR, 
 
 Frirewell Old Year, so <i;iunt, so white, so ti-rim ! 
 
 Standing; so still, amidst your wiiittn* scars, 
 Take with voii all rec^ret and harrowiiiix sin, 
 
 Save but the ti'uth all crowned with irolden stai's. 
 
 Throw hack the dross of self, kavinii' the iilint 
 Of soul -lit pity, like the Christ above — 
 
 The heart-felt hand-clasp, in its touch no stint 
 (^f courage, cheer, deep full of hope and love. 
 
 Thou hast been kind, and yet the bitter pain 
 Is furrowed on the faces of the poor : 
 
 The hardened want, the oft illgotten ^aiu 
 
 We need'st must see, we fain would see no more. 
 
 'I'hrow round the discontent of human lot 
 
 The hallowed beauty of the crown of Peace — 
 
 (J ! New Year blythe witli liope, and newly fraught. 
 Br-ing in the blessings which shall never cease !