Its merry, laughing gush among the reeds, Nor was I all unmeriting to be Their chosen companion. Arrows may hang loose: The bowman yet be staunch and mind their use. My England! never one of all thy brave O English hearts! are ye but Danaid sieves, Of this great England prostrate! Gyved you lie, I set this dungeon-gloom against the May Year after year; and under Chepstow's side Thou askest me--"Were it to do again?" My conscience from its keep. And so this love, Your pity proffer'd me, must be withdrawn? Is charged with fragrance; and the uncaged birds The twenty years have pass'd even as a mist; Bright lightning-flash of death! speed through my brain, And sink into the grave my sacrifice: O Martyr Tomb! A HOMILY. WHY hath God led thy noble beauty hither? Two were sitting in Sorrow's shadow; Two are there in the graveyard lying Naught is heard but the honey-bees. YOUNG LOVE. So young were we that when we kiss'd To watch the dawning of a maiden smile In those young days, what though we kiss'd, Did hope assist, 'T was but as hope helps in a morning dream, When things scarce seem. But now, O Love! when'er we kiss (Be dumb, my thought!) The joy by her kiss brought Yet more doth miss. O love! thou wast sufficient in young days For innocent praise. O Love-Desire! renew the kiss That had no farther thought; Or lead to the Besought Whom now we miss: Thee, Hymen,—Love no more enough for us Grown curious. ADONIS. In vain! in vain! I must refuse In vain thy love-ripe lips, thy arms THEODORE WATTS. S ONE who has "influenced those who have influenced the world," Mr. Theodore Watts's place in contemporary letters is admittedly unique. Within the space of a few weeks, the second and most important volume of Dante Rossetti's poems (Ballads and Sonnets) and one of the most notable volumes of Mr. Swinburne's ("Tristram of Lyonesse") were dedicated to him in terms of affectionate admiration such as are not often surpassed, and about the same time his own birthday sonnet to Lord Tennyson showed how intimate was his friendship with the venerable poet of whom we are all proud-Englishmen and Americans alike. Mr. Hall Caine, in his "Recollections of Rossetti," says, "Throughout the period of my acquaintance with Rossetti he seemed to me to be always peculiarly, and, if I may be permitted to say so without offence, strangely liable to Mr. Watts's influence in his critical estimates." And then he goes on to tell how Rossetti shrank from printing an additional stanza to his poem "Cloud Confines" which he himself approved and Mr. Watts did not; because "in a question of gain or loss to a poem I feel that Watts must be right." Mr. Joseph Knight, also, in his pleasant monograph on the same poet, quotes a letter from him in which he defends a certain addition to "Sister Helen" on the ground that it “has quite secured Watts's suffrage." The widespread curiosity | about Mr. Watts and his work is therefore quite inevitable. But all those who read the following extracts will, I think, agree with Mr. Stedman, | that profoundly as he has influenced others his own individuality has remained inviolable. As a critic he has no doubt shown himself to be familiar enough with the work of his contemporaries; and yet, as far as his own verses show, he might never have read a line of any living poet except Ten nyson. Ac Though moving now at the very center of art and poetry, Mr. Watts's early surroundings seem to have been scientific rather than literary. cording to the biography of his father in Mr. Norris's "History of St. Ives," that gentleman was a lawyer who had a passion for natural science, and who, down to his death in his 76th year, was writing papers on scientific subjects. In pre-Darwinian days and afterwards, a well known figure in the scientific circles of London, Mr. Watts, senior, was an active member of many learned societies, and among the founders of several. Therefore the people who in his boyhood were known to the subject of this notice were not |