LECTOR Benevole !---for so They used to call you, years ago,--- I can't pretend to make you read The wayward promptings of the Muse, I have no hope to "please the town." Then, Lector, be Benevolus ! 1908. A SONG OF THE GREENAWAY CHILD AS I went a-walking on Lavender Hill, O, I met a Darling in frock and frill; And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue, "Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!" So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow, And we played-and we played for an hour or so ; Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall, And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball. Then we played again, till I said " My Dear, But the Darling she answered,-"O no! O no! You must play-you must play.-I shan't let you go!" And I woke with a start and a sigh of despair And I found myself safe in my Grandfather's-chair 1 1908. FOR A VISITORS' BOOK (TO THE LADY OF THE CASTLE) "HE who fears the trial, Naught can hope to gain": Shall I make denial À la Châtelaine? Come then, MUSE, and lend me All that poets feign: Let my verse commend me TIME, that rarely lingers, TIME, that churl ingrain, Kisses courtier fingers À la Châtelaine ; Leads her by soft places Free from stone and stain; Spares his sterner traces Ah! benign, caressing, Make her sorest troubles Neither mar nor mend her; TIME, be always tender 1908. "TWO MAIDS UPROSE IN THE SHIMMERING LIGHT" Two "Que gagne bataille Aura mes amours. " "Qu'il gagne ou qu'il perde Les aura toujours." WO maids uprose in the shimmering light And one was tressed like the bird of night, Then out spoke she with the raven locks, And her dark eyes glowed like wine :— "If he slay the foe, the knight I know, He shall win this heart of mine!" But softlier she of the yellow hair, "Though he gain or lose, the man I choose, He shall be my true love still!" 1908. |