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Is it Cupid ? Who knows !
Yet you used not to sigh,
When I saw you last, Rose ;-
How fast the time goes !

1877.

ON A NANKIN PLATE.

(VILLANELLE.)

“A me, but it might have been !

Was there ever so dismal a fate ?" Quoth the little blue mandarin.

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« 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 blue mandarin.)

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“That is why, in a mist of spleen,
I mourn on this Nankin Plate.
Ah me, but it might have been !"-
Quoth the little blue mandarin.

1881.

FOR A COPY OF THEOCRITUS.

(VILLANELLE.)

SINGER of the field and fold, O

THEOCRITUS! Pan's pipe was thine,Thine was the happier Age of Gold.

For thee the scent of new-turned mould,
The bee-hives, and the murmuring pine,
O Singer of the field and fold !

Thou sang'st the simple feasts of old,The beechen bowl made glad with wine .. Thine was the happier Age of Gold.

Thou bad'st the rustic loves be told, -
Thou bad'st the tuneful reeds combine.
O Singer of the field and fold !

And round thee, ever-laughing, rolled
The blithe and blue Sicilian brine ..
Thine was the happier Age of Gold.

Alas for us! Our songs are cold ;
Our Northern suns too sadly shine :-
O Singer of the field and fold,
Thine was the happier Age of Gold !

1880.

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