IF MAY MARGARET you be that May Margaret Then where 's that sunny hair of yours If you be yet May Margaret, And oh! 't is weary smiling To keep the tears away. If you be yet May Margaret, As yet you swear to me, yours Then where's that proud, cold heart of yours That sent your love to sea? Ah! me, that heart is broken, The proud cold heart has bled For one light word outspoken, For all the love unsaid. Then Margaret, my Margaret, LAST NIGHT (FROM THE SWEDISH) LAST night the nightingale waked me, Last night when all was still; It sang in the golden moonlight I think of you in the day-time; Nor think I can forget you! I could not though I would! I see you in all around me, The stream, the night, the wood; The flowers that sleep so gently, The stars above the blue, CARPE DIEM TO-DAY, what is there in the air Last night the full moon's frozen stare To-day is here:- come! crown to-day With Spring's delight or Spring's despair, Love cannot bide old Time's delay : Down my glad gardens light winds play, And my whole life shall bloom and bear To-day. Walter Herries Pollock BELOW THE HEIGHTS I SAT at Berne, and watched the chain Of icy peaks and passes, That towered like gods above the plain, In stern majestic masses. I waited till the evening light I saw the red spread o'er the white, At babble with his vespers ?-Silver sweet! It minds me of the holy brotherhood, Chanting adown the banks. As yesterday I see all clear, how as they moved they chanted, And made a mute procession in the stream. [Gazing abstractedly on the water.] Merrily sang the monks of Ely, Still are they singing? It was Candlemas, My queen sat splendid at the prow and listened With heaving breast. 'Twas then the passion seized me To emulate, to let her know my ear Had common pleasure with her, and I thrilled The story out. The look she turned on me! Those I could catch up quickly: — - for the blood Was leaping all the while. But here is clary, The blessed thistle, yarrow, sicklewort, Now God will scourge me. in the holy words This Edmund, Is Edric's child, the little murderer, Who did my deed of treason. turn Those trustful eyes from off me. Child. He will be dead fell, Take me back. He fell, O father, And when I put my cheek against his side, Gave a great pant. Let's pray for him together. Can you sing Miserere? For I did it, tod I caught an owl, and hurt its wing. "T was SO He looked. Oh, quickly tell me where he lies Next room? or down the passage? Do you know He was my uncle, and was kissing me, |