Yet, your Chrysostom, you praised him, Do you mind that deed of Até From the first line to the last? As I turned and looked at you,, That St. Simeon on the column Had had somewhat less to do? For we sometimes gently wrangled; For the rest a mystic moaning Kept Cassandra at the gate, With wild eyes the vision shone in- And Prometheus, bound in passion Turned to ocean and the sun. And Medea we saw burning At her nature's planted stake; And proud Edipus fate-scorning While the cloud came on to breakWhile the cloud came on slow-slower, Till he stood discrowned, resigned!But the reader's voice dropped lower When the poet called him BLIND! Ah, my gossip! you were older, Yet that shadow-the enfolder Of your quiet eyelids-ran Both our spirits to one level, And I turned from hill and lea, Now Christ bless you with the one light All your kindness, friend of mine, And the poets poured us wine? So, to come back to the drinking But those memories, to my thinking, And whoever be the speaker, None can murmur with a sigh— THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST. "So the dreams depart, So the fading phantoms flee, And the sharp reality Now must act its part.' Westwood's "Beads from a Rosary.” LITTLE Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow, She has thrown her bonnet by; In her hands, all sleek and dripping, Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly useth Fills the silence like a speech, While she thinks what shall be done,And the sweetest pleasure chooseth For her future within reach! Little Ellie in her smile Chooseth . . . . "I will have a lover, He shall love me without guile; And to him I will discover That Swan's Nest among the reeds. "And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath,- Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death. "And the steed, it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind |