Qui voudra sçavoir la pratique Je dis que bien mise en effet La Kirielle ainsi si fait. -THEODORE de Banville. KYRIELLE. A lark in the mesh of the tangled vine, A little pain, a l'ttle pleasure, Where is the time for hope or doubt? Golden morning and purple night, Ending waits on the brief beginning; Weary waiting and weary striving, Speedily fades the morning glitter; Toil and pain and the evening rest; JOHN PAYNE THE PAVILION. In the tent the lamps were bright; From the depths of blue profound But against the summer sky A. MARY F. ROBINSON. KYRIELLE. In spring Love came, a welcome guest, I charmed him with melodious lays We plucked and twined the myrtle flowers, The blooms have died, wild winds hold sway, Gone are the fifing crickets, gone With intermingled light and shade But loyal Love flees not away! CLINTON SCollard. IN TOWN. "The blue fly sung in the pane."-Tennyson. Toiling in Town now is "horrid ' (There is that woman again !)— June in the zenith is torrid, Thought gets dry in the brain. There is that woman again : "Strawberries! fourpence a pottle!" Thought gets dry in the brain; Ink gets dry in the bottle. "Strawberries! fourpence a pottle!" "Buzz" goes a fly in the pane! Oh for the green of a lane, Where one might lie and be lazy! "Buzz" goes a fly in the pane; Bluebottles drive me crazy! Where one might lie and be lazy, I shall go mad in a minute! Careless of Town and all in it. With some one to soothe and to still you I shall go mad in a minute, Bluebottle, then I shall kill you! With some one to soothe and to still you, As only one's feminine kin do,— Some muslin-clad Mabel or May !There now! I've broken the window! Bluebottle's off and away! Some muslin-clad Mabel or May, To dash one with eau de Cologne ;— Bluebottle's off and away, And why should stay here alone? To dash one with eau de Cologne, All over one's eminent forehead; And why should I stay here alone? Toiling in Town now is "horrid." AUSTIN DOESON. |