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Besides, I heard enough to show
Their love is proof against the snow :'Why wait,' he said, 'why wait for May, When love can warm a winter's day?'"
PLUNGE my hand among the leaves:
For me those fragrant ruins raise
Clear memory of the vanished days
When they were roses.
"If youth but knew!" Ah, "if,” in truth— I can recall with what gay youth,
To what light chorus,
Unsobered yet by time or change,
We roamed the many-gabled Grange,
All life before us;
Braved the old clock-tower's dust and damp
To catch the dim Arthurian camp
In misty distance;
Peered at the still-room's sacred stores,
Or rapped at walls for sliding doors
Of feigned existence.
What need had we for thoughts or cares ! The hot sun parched the old parterres And "flowerful closes";
We roused the rooks with rounds and glees, Played hide-and-seek behind the trees,Then plucked these roses.
Louise was one-light, glib Louise,
Shy Ruth, all heart and tenderness,
Who blushed before the mildest men,
I loved them all. Bell first and best;
Or madcap masking;
And Ruth, I thought,-why, failing these, When my High-Mightiness should please, She'd come for asking.
Louise was grave when last we met;
And Ruth, Heaven bless her,
Ruth that I wooed,—and wooed in vain, Has gone where neither grief nor pain Can now distress her.
A REVERIE SUGGESTED BY THE NAME UPON A PANE.
HE then must once have looked, as I
Past Church and Manor-house, and seen,
The swallows must have twittered, too,
What was she like? I picture her