When her brooch she forgets Madam Rose is a scholar! A TEAR. THERE'S a tear in her eye,— A GREEK GIFT. HERE's a present for Rose, How pleased she is looking! Is it verse?—is it prose? Here's a present for Rose! "Plats," ," "Entrées," and Rôts," Why, it's "Gouffé on Cooking." Here's a present for Rose, How pleased she is looking! 1874. 66 URCEUS EXIT." I INTENDED an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. It began à la mode, I intended an Ode; But Rose crossed the road And it turned to a Sonnet. THE WANDERER LOVE comes back to his vacant dwelling, The old, old Love that we knew of yore! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. He makes as though in our arms repelling, Ah, who shall help us from over-spelling E'en as we doubt in our heart once more, O TO DAFFODILS (TO A. J. M.) YELLOW flowers by HERRICK sung! O yellow flowers that danced and swung In WORDSWORTH'S verse, and now to me, Unworthy, from this "pleasant lea," Laugh back, unchanged and ever young;— Ah, what a text to us o'erstrung, We, by the Age's oestrus stung, What ye have been ye still shall be, ON A NANKIN PLATE H me, but it might have been ! "AH Was there ever so dismal a fate?" Quoth the little blue mandarin. "Such a maid as was never seen! She passed, tho' I cried to her 'Wait,'Ah me, but it might have been ! "I cried, "O my Flower, my Queen, Be mine!' 'Twas precipitate,"— Quoth the little blue mandarin,— "But then she was just sixteen,— Long-eyed, as a lily straight,Ah me, but it might have been! "As it was, from her palankeen, She laughed 'You're a week too late!"" (Quoth the little biue mandarin.) "That is why, in a mist of spleen, Ah me, but it might have been !”— |