But Rose crossed the road In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode;

And it turned to a Sonnet.

"PERSICOS ODI."

DAVUS, I detest

Orient display;

Wreaths on linden drest,

Davus, I detest.

Let the late rose rest

Where it fades away:

Davus, I detest

Orient display.

THE WANDERER.

LOVE comes back to his vacant dwelling,

The old, old Love that we knew of yore!

We see him stand by the open door,

With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling.

He makes as though in our arms repelling,
He fain would lie as he lay before;
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling,
The old, old Love that we knew of yore!

Ah, who shall help us from over-spelling
That sweet forgotten, forbidden lore!
E'en as we doubt in our heart once more,
With a rush of tears to our eyelids welling,
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling.

"VITAS HINNULEO."

You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy

As some stray fawn that seeks its mother Through trackless woods. If spring-winds sigh, It vainly strives its fears to smother;

Its trembling knees assail each other
When lizards stir the bramble dry;
You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy
As some stray fawn that seeks its mother.

And yet no Libyan lion I,—

No ravening thing to rend another; Lay by your tears, your tremors byA Husband's better than a brother; Nor shun me, Chloe, wild and shy

As some stray fawn that seeks its mother.

ΟΝ

"ON LONDON STONES."

N London stones I sometimes sigh
For wider green and bluer sky;-
Too oft the trembling note is drowned
In this huge city's varied sound;
"Pure song is country-born "I cry.

Then comes the spring, the months go by, The last stray swallows seaward fly;

And II too!

no more am found On London stones!

In vain! - the woods, the fields deny
That clearer strain I fain would try;
Mine is an urban Muse, and bound
By some strange law to paven ground;
Abroad she pouts; she is not shy

On London stones!

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