To you I sing, whom towns immure,
And bonds of toil hold fast and sure; -
To

you across whose aching sight
Come woodlands bathed in April light,
And dreams of pastime premature.

And you, O Sad, who still endure
Some wound that only Time can cure,—-
Το
you,
in watches of the night,-

To you I sing!

But most to you with eyelids pure,
Scarce witting yet of love or lure;-
To
you,

with bird-like glances bright,
Half-paused to speak, half-poised in flight ;-
O English Girl, divine, demure,

TO YOU I sing!

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VIGNETTES IN RHYME :

The Drama of the Doctor's Window

An Autumn Idyll

A Garden Idyll

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VIGNETTES IN Rhyme (continued).

Tu Quoque .

A Dialogue from Plato .

The Romaunt of the Rose .

Love in Winter

Pot-Pourri

Dorothy .

Avice.

The Love-Letter

The Misogynist

A Virtuoso

Laissez Faire

To Q. H. F.

TO “Lydia Languish”.

A Gage d'Amour .

Cupid's Alley

Ihe Idyll of the Carp

The Sundial

An Unfinished Song .

The Child-Musician .

The Cradle .

Before Sedan

The Forgotten Grave

My Landlady.

Before the Curtain

A Nightingale in Kensington Gardens