Yon pink wee rosie in my hair- Ay, there's rosies sure in Derry, Through the heart av London town! But if I had the liftin' Or the buyin' av a few, I'd choose jist pink wee rosies That's all drenchin' wid the dewYon pink wee rosies wid the tears! Och wet, wet tears!—ay, troth, 'tis years Since we kep' rakin' in the hay Thon day-thon day! Agnes I. Hanrahan [18' AT THE COMEDY LAST night, in snowy gown and glove, (And, oh, were life their little scene How different, Dear, this world had been For you, who saw them gayly win Both hand and heart away, Knew well where dwelt the mockery in That foolish little play. ("If love were all-if love were all," The viols sobbed and cried, "Then love were best whate'er befall!” Low, low, the flutes replied.) "I Heard a Soldier". And you, last night, did you forget, For watching there your eyes were wet (And down the great dark curtain fell Upon their foolish play: But you and I knew-Oh, too well!— Life went another way!) Arthur Stringer [1874 "SOMETIME IT MAY BE" SOMETIME it may be you and I Caring no more for our old dreams, But let our graves be side by side, So passers-by at even-tide May pause a moment's space: "Ah, they were lovers who lie here! Else why these low graves laid so near, In this forgotten place?" Arthur Colton [1868 "I HEARD A SOLDIER" I HEARD a soldier sing some trifle "If after death, love, comes a waking, 927 "To me the slow and silver pealing What grief of love had he to stifle, Out in the veldt, alone? Herbert Trench [1865 THE LAST MEMORY WHEN I am old, and think of the old days, That stealthy ardency, where passionate thought To the last ecstasy, which is repose? Of the eternal mystery, and love Like a dim pain; and I shall bend above When you are no more young, and I am old. Arthur Symons [1865 "DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS" Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; A Farewell In a field by the river my love and I did stand, 929 And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. William Butler Yeats [1865 ASHES OF LIFE LOVE has gone and left me, and the days are all alike. But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Love has gone and left me, and I don't know what to do; Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse. And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to The rivers still are rolling free, Song and the sword abide; And who sets forth to sail the sea Shall follow with the tide. Thrall of my darkling day, Seeking the myrtle and the bay, (They thrive when hearts are chill!) Alice Brown [1857 THE PARTED LOVERS SONG From "Twelfth Night " O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty, William Shakespeare [1564-1616] "GO, LOVELY ROSE" Go, lovely Rose Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. |