No jewel gleams with brighter rays
Than flash from those dark lashes then.

The Musmee has a small brown face,
"Musk-melon seed" its perfect shape:
Jetty arch'd eyebrows; nose to grace
The rosy mouth beneath; a nape,
And neck, and chin, and smooth, soft cheeks
Carv'd out of sun-burn'd ivory,

With teeth, which, when she smiles or speaks,

Pearl merchants might come leagues to see!

The Musmee's hair could teach the night
How to grow dark, the raven's wing
How to seem ebon! Grand the sight
When, in rich masses, towering,
She builds each high black-marble coil,
And binds the gold and scarlet in ;
And thrusts, triumphant, through the toil
The Kanzâshi, her jewell'd pin.

The Musmee has wee, faultless feet,
With snow-white tabi trimly deck'd,
Which patter down the city street

In short steps, slow and circumspect; A velvet string between her toes

Holds to its place th' unwilling shoe : Pretty and pigeon-like she goes,

And on her head a hood of blue.

VERSAILLES (1784)

IN Carnival we were, and supp'd that night In a long room that overlook'd the Square, When that strange matter happ'd of which you ask.

We rang all pleasure's carillon that week; Feasts and rich shows, and hunting in the woods,

Light love that liv'd on change, deep drinking, mirth

As mad as Nero's on the Palatine ;

The women were as wild as we, and, like The King's, our money flew about in showers.

They said, "The people starv'd"; it could not be ;

We spent a million on the Carnival.

And now for fifty years gone by I have heard

"The people starve "- Why then do the useless beasts

Gender so fast? Less mouths, more bread!

it:

Bubbling it rose past ankle, knee, and waist, From waist to throat; and still they walk'd as if

They knew it not, until a fierce wind lash'd The crimson sea, and beat it into waves, And when its waves smote on their faces, then

They knew and shriek'd, but all in vain; the blood,

Storming upon them, whelm'd and drown'd them all;

At which a blinding lightning like a knife Gash'd the cloud's breast, and dooming thunder peal'd.

I woke, and crying 'Horror' knew no

Who physics horses and the common herd, Brute healing brute - the people's friend, and yet

He takes our wages - writes us down, but keeps

A place in d'Artois' stable!" These are the scum

That Drummond fear'd

the man.

Artois shall flog

THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY

I, VIRGIN of the Snows, have liv'd
Uncounted years apart;

Mated with Sunlight, Stars and Heaven,
But I am cold at heart.

High mates! Ye teach me purity, And lonely thought and truth; But I have never liv'd, and yet

I have eternal youth.

Blow, tropic winds, and warm rains, fall, And melt my snowy crest;

Let soft woods clothe my shoulders fair,
Deep grass lie on my breast.

And let me feed a thousand herds,
And hear the tinkling bells,
Till the brown châlets cluster close
In all my stream-fed dells.

So may I hear the sweep of scythes,
And beating of the flails,