57 SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS 58 59 ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA ACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, gods and men and beasts have birth, If with mists of evening dew thou dost nourish these young flowers TRUE LOVE 'P. B. SHELLEY Tan alone beneath the heaven, RUE love's the gift which God has given it is not fantasy's hot fire, whose wishes soon as granted fly; with dead desire it doth not die; it is the secret sympathy, the silver link, the silver tie, which heart to heart, and mind to mind, WHY TO A DESPONDING LOVER SIR W. SCOTT HY so pale and wan, fond lover? will, if looking well can't move her, looking ill prevail? prythee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? will, when speaking well can't win her, prythee why so mute? quit, quit for shame! this will not move, this cannot take her: if of herself she will not love, let who will take her. SIR J. SUCKLING 60 I THE ENCHANTMENT DID but look and love awhile, To sigh and wish is all my ease; O! would your pity give my heart 'twould learn of yours the winning art, 62 ALL THE BEAUTY OF VIRTUE LL earthly charms, however dear, of earthly glory faint the blaze, in endless darkness die. The nobler beauties of the just their honours time and death defy, H. MORE 63 THE THE EARTH'S BOUNTY HE Earth that in her genial breast yields, thankful, of her very best, true to her trust, tree, herb or reed, thus year by year she works unfeed, J. KEBLE 64 HE had left all on earth for him, SE her home of wealth, her name of pride, and now his lamp of love was dim, and, sad to tell, she had not died. She watched the crimson sun's decline, from some lone rock that fronts the sea, 'I would, O burning heart of mine, there were an ocean-rest for thee. 'The thoughtful moon awaits her turn, R. M. MILNES 65 THE PRAYER OF ORPHEUS Y the streams that ever flow, BY by the fragrant winds that blow by those happy souls who dwell restore, restore Eurydice to life: oh take the husband, or return the wife! 66 67 A. POPE THE STUDY OF NATURE BRINGS NOT HAPPINESS NOR can it bliss you bring hid Nature's depths to know, why matter changeth, whence each form doth spring; nor that your fame should range, and after-worlds it blow from Tanais to Nile, from Nile to Gange: and these have not the power to free the mind from fears, nor hideous horror can allay one hour, when Death in steel doth glance, in sickness lurk or years, and wakes the soul from out her mortal trance. W. DRUMMOND ENID'S SONG URN, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud; thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; 68 TO THE CICADA *ICADA! thou who, tipsy with the dews CICA of weeping skies, on the tall poplar-tree, perch'd swayingly, thyself dost still amuse, and the hush'd grove, with thy sweet minstrelsy after long tedious winters, when the sun through the brief summer speeds his whirling ray, with thy shrill chiding, as he hastens on, check his too rapid wheels and urge delay. The brightest day that dawns on mortal eyes, |