A SONG OF THE FOUR SEASONS. HEN Spring comes laughing By wind-flower walking And daffodil, Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, When comes the Summer, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, Sing hid, sweet honey And my Love's lips. 100 A SONG OF THE FOUR SEASONS. When Autumn scatters And piled sheaves bury The broad-wheeled wain,— Sing flutes of harvest Where men rejoice ; But when comes Winter And red fire roaring And ingle warm,— Sing first sad going Of friends that part ; AUSTIN DOBSON. WILD ROSE. O call My Lady where she stood "A Wild-Rose blossom of the wood," For who by such a slight would reach My Love, whose store of household sense And arms her goodness with defence : The sweet reliance of whose gaze And wins that trust the trust repays : Whose stately figure's varying grace For such a halo round it glows, Can flowers that breathe one little day Have any claim to rank with her, Her worth through spheral joys shall move And nothing lives but perfect Love? THOMAS WOOLNER. DAISY'S DIMPLES. 1. PITTLE dimples so sweet and soft, The mark of Cupid's dainty hand, II. Laughing dimples of tender love, Sinile on my darling's cheek; III. Fain would I hide my kisses there To come and seek them back again In silver hush of night. J. ASHBY-STERRY. |