LOVE'S VOTARY. THERS have pleasantness and praise, And therefore if Love be a fire, If Love come worn with wayfaring, If he come faint and hungering, If Love delight in vassalage, GEORGE AUGUSTUS SIMCOX. DESTINY. OMEWHERE there waiteth in this world of Ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each chasing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal. Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, And life's long night is ended, and the way EDWIN ARNOLD. B ROCOCO. Y studying my lady's eyes I've grown so learnéd day by day, So Machiavelian in this wise, That when I send her flowers, I say To each small flower (no matter what; Syringa, or forget-me-not, Or violet) before it goes: "Be not triumphant, little flower, When on her haughty heart you lie, But modestly enjoy your hour: She'll weary of you by and by." THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. DORUS TO LYCORIS, WHO REPROVED HIM FOR INCONSTANCY. @HY should I constant be? The bird in yonder tree, This leafy summer, Hath not his last year's mate, Nor dreads to venture fate With a new-comer. Why should I fear to sip The sweets of each red lip? The roving bee may taste (Lest aught should run to waste) Each fresh-blown flower. The trickling rain doth fall Upon us one and all; The south wind kisses The saucy milkmaid's cheek, The nun's, demure and meek, Then ask no more of me That I should constant be, Take not such idle pains To hold our love in chains, Rather, like some bright elf, So that thy latest mood Forget what thou wast first, I'll love thee out of mind When each new morn shall find Thee a new creature. EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. |