I know, Justine-for I have heard That seals my lonely lot: There's nothing now to hope or fear— Justine, you love me not! John Godfrey Saxe [1816-1887] SNOWDROP WHEN, full of warm and eager love, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace." You kiss me just as you would kiss Some woman friend you chanced to see; You call me dearest."-All love's forms Are yours, not its reality. Oh, Annie! cry, and storm, and rave! Hate me an hour, and then turn round WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN When the Sultan Shah-Zaman Goes to the city Ispahan, Even before he gets so far As the place where the clustered palm-trees are, At the last of the thirty palace-gates, The flower of the harem, Rose-in-Bloom, Orders a feast in his favorite room- When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan 835 Sweetened with syrop, tinctured with spice, Limes, and citrons, and apricots, And wines that are known to Eastern princes; Of spiced meats and costliest fish And all that the curious palate could wish, Pass in and out of the cedarn doors; Are anemones, myrtles, and violets, Then at a wave of her sunny hand The dancing-girls of Samarcand Glide in like shapes from fairy-land, Making a sudden mist in air Of fleecy veils and floating hair And white arms lifted. Orient blood Now, when I see an extra light, I know as well as I know to pray, Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1837-1907] THE SHADOW DANCE SHE sees her image in the glass,- Like winds across the meadow grass She sees her image in the glass,— What wealth of gold the skies amass! Louise Chandler Moulton [1835-1908] THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE POOR Rose! I lift you from the street- Than you should lie for random feet Where careless hands have thrown you! Poor pinky petals, crushed and torn! I saw you last in Edith's hair. Was Edith's favored lover, Along the Field as We Came By" 837 A month-"a little month"-ago— O theme for moral writer! 'Twixt you and me, my Rose, you know, But let that pass. She gave you then- To one, perhaps, of all the men, Who best could understand her, Cyril, that, duly flattered, took, With just the same Arcadian look Then, having waltzed till every star And tossed you downward, scorning. Kismet, my Rose! Revenge is sweet,— And yet You sha'n't lie in the street, Austin Dobson [1840 "ALONG THE FIELD AS WE CAME BY" ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. "Oh, who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed, But she shall lie with earth above, And sure enough beneath the tree Alfred Edward Housman [1859 "WHEN I WAS ONE-AND-TWENTY" WHEN I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, When I was one-and-twenty And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true. Alfred Edward Housman (1859 "GRIEVE NOT, LADIES" Он grieve not, Ladies, if at night It was a web of frail delight, Inconstant as an April snowing. |