SONG. WOULD not die in winter, When the flowers have passed away; But I would sigh my last sigh In the pleasant month of May ! I would have birds about me And green trees, answering sweetly Buds and blossoms should be gleaming Beneath an azure sky; With the infant Spring around me, With the new-blown rose unfolding, All emblems of a fairer world; It is thus that I would die! R. F. HOUSMAN. SWEET LAVENDER. WEET lavender! I love thy flower Of meek and modest blue, Which meets the morn and evening hour, The storm, the sunshine, and the shower, And changeth not its hue. In cottage-maid's parterre thou'rt seen And in the garden of the queen, 'Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen, Thou also hast a place. The rose with bright and peerless bloom Attracted many eyes; But while her glories and perfume Thou art not like the fickle train But thou art emblem of the friend, The balm of faithful love will lend, STRICKLAND. A WOODLAND PICTURE. I PRAY thee stay! Where hast thou been? As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love,- FLETCHER'S FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. SONG TO DIAPHENIA. IAPHEN'S like the daffy-down-dilly, I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams; How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me! Diaphenia, like the spreading roses, I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me, Diaphenia, like to all things blessed : Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! HENRY CONSTABLE, 1590. THE ALPINE VIOLET. HE spring is come, the violet's gone, The snow on the hills cannot blast her bower, But when the spring comes with her host Pluck the others, but still remember The morning star of all the flowers, The pledge of daylight's lengthened hours; The virgin, virgin violet. BYRON. |