Where's the eye, however blue,

Doth not weary? Where's the face
One would meet in every place?
Where's the voice, however soft,
One would hear so very oft?

At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.
Let, then, winged Fancy find
Thee a mistress to thy mind:
Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter,
Ere the God of Torment taught her
How to frown and how to chide;
With a waist and with a side
White as Hebe's, when her zone
Slipt its golden clasp, and down
Fell her kirtle to her feet,
While she held the goblet sweet,
And Jove grew languid.-Break the mesh.
Of the Fancy's silken leash;

Quickly break her prison-string,

And such joys as these she'll bring.-
Let the winged Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.

VERIFICATION 1

BY CHRISTOPHER MORLEY

The half-dream crumbles and falls through:
The dream full-dreamed comes true, comes true!

1 From Parson's Pleasure by Christopher Morley, copyright 1923, George H. Doran Co., publishers.

R VIII

FOR HARDENING OF THE-HEART

(Poems of Sympathy)

THE BELLS OF HEAVEN

BY RALPH HODGSON

'Twould ring the bells of Heaven
The wildest peal for years,

If Parson lost his senses
And people came to theirs,
And he and they together
Knelt down with angry prayers
For tamed and shabby tigers,
And dancing dogs and bears,
And wretched, blind pit-ponies,
And little hunted hares.

A LYRICAL EPIGRAM

BY EDITH WHARTON

My little old dog:

A heart-beat

At my feet.

From LINES ON A LAP DOG

BY JOHN GAY

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid,

Who fawn'd like man, but ne'er like man betray'd.