ONLY A CURL. You know how one angel smiles there, Of that curl, from earth's storm and despair, To the safe place above us. Adieu. 161 MRS. E. B. BROWNING. M A SHOCK OF CORN FULLY RIPE. ERY calm, and very silent, Lay my father there; On the whiteness of the pillow "Raise the blind up, will you, Willie ? I would see the night; Earth in her young spring lay sleeping, Kissed by the moonlight. "And now put the lamp out, Willie ; I would see my star." Trees below it, while above it Stretched a cloudy bar. A SHOCK OF CORN FULLY RIPE. "It will soon be shrouded, father." "Yes, my son, it will." Quietly the vapours hid it, And the room was still. 163 W. T. EDWARDS. UNDER THE ALDER-TREE. FF, vulture Loneliness! away! why O chain of life, that bind'st me down Will not come ever to me! Bliss? the bliss, the bliss is o'er, Is lost for ever my heart's dear prize; To make the heart beat quicker in me; Under the alder-tree. Face, where while we gaze on't feeling- UNDER THE ALDER-TREE. 165 Springs from soul, roots through the fea tures, Upward branching like a tree;— Oh, her looks!-they were like skies, Raining blessings ever on me; Ever on me?-woe's me, 'tis o'er, And I may not live i' th' love of her eyes, Then a step so softly, stately, That, than angels own, it seemeth To make the heart beat quicker in me; |