TO HESPERUS (After Bion) O jewel of the deep blue night, Than any other star more bright An hundred fold thy beauty glows, Too soon Selene gained the height, Anon our revel of delight Towards the shepherd's dwelling goes, And I must lead the dance aright, No thief am I, nor evil wight, Nor numbered with the traveller's foes, O jewel of the deep blue night! None would I spoil, nor e'en affright; For good it is, in all men's sight (Thou knowest well), to favour those, O jewel of the deep blue night! Thy golden lamp hath turned to white Graham R. Tomson JEAN-FRANÇOIS MILLET O Master of the Old and New! We speak thy name with bated breath; Thy waking years were all too few. With airs that erst in Athens blew In misty pastures, dim with dew, The forms thy potent pencil drew The sowing seasons turn anew, Thy waking years were all too few. Dark Orcus veils thee from our view O Master of the Old and New. Now men their tardy laurels strew, Graham R. Tomson VILLANELLE TO THE DAFFODIL O daffodil, flower saffron-gowned, While yet the earth is blanched and browned O daffodil, flower saffron-gowned. We see thee by yon mossy mound Wave from thy stalks each pennon bold,— Thou bring'st the joyous season round! Fair child of April, promise-crowned, Again we hear the merry sound Of sweet birds singing love-songs old,Thou bring'st the joyous season round! Again we feel our hearts rebound With pleasures by thy birth foretold,- Clinton Scollard VILLANELLE TO HELEN Man's very voice is stilled on Troas' shore, Thus have the gods ordained forevermore! Springs the rank weed where bloomed the rose before, Unplucked on Ida hangs the purple fruit, Man's very voice is stilled on Troas' shore. Where heavenly walls towered proud and high of yore, Unharmed now strays abroad the savage brute, Thus have the gods ordained forevermore! And they, the wronged, that wasting sorrow bore, Man's very voice is stilled on Troas' shore. In Lacedæmon, loved of heroes hoar, No trumpet sounds, but piping shepherd's flute, Thus have the gods ordained forevermore! And thou, the cause, through Aphrodite's lore, Unblamed, art praised on poet's lyre and luteMan's very voice is stilled on Troas' shore. Thus have the gods ordained forevermore! Clinton Scollard LOVE, WHY SO LONG AWAY Love, why so long away Beyond the hollow seas? Return, return, I pray! Though skies be wild and gray, And rill and fountain freeze, Ah, wait not till the May Shall bring the birds and bees! Return, return, I pray! Weirdly chill night and day The winds sob in the trees; Love, why so long away? I seem to hear them say And ever, sad as they, Calls echo down the breeze, "Return, return,—I—pray!" Love, why so long away? Clinton Scollard A VILLANELLE OF LOVE Ask not if Love no Passion knows, How should I reason well when glows My memory of thee as a fire? Ask not if Love no passion knows. What wouldst thou then? that Love should close His eager wings that would come nigher To hold thee like a flaming rose? When beauty from thy gaze yet flows That deep soft double flower that grows Is Love then less when Passion shows R. L. Megroz VILLANELLE O fleet of foot as Artemis, With silvern wings upon thy feet, Hast thou no other gift than this, |