From a photograph by the Berlin Photographic Co., after a painting by MARCUS STONE, an English artist, noted for his portrayal of the romantic element in life. POEMS OF LOVE. I. ADMIRATION. WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF SONNET CVI. WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring; And, for they looked but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing; For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. 3 SHAKESPEARE. DAYBREAK. THE lark now leaves his watery nest, And to implore your light, he sings; The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, Who look for day before his mistress wakes: Awake, awake, break through your veils of lawn! Then draw your curtains and begin the dawn. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. SHALL I COMPARE THEE? SONNET XVIII. SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day? But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; |