TWIN STARS ALOFT. TWIN WIN stars, aloft in ether clear, And myriad happy eyes are bent Upon their changeless love alway; So we, through this world's waning night, Charles Kingsley. BUGLE SONG. THE splendor falls on castle walls The long light shakes across the lakes, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 66 From The Merchant of Venice." O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! 179 Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Alfred Tennyson. FROM "THE MERCHANT OF VENICE." OU see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, γου Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet, for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich, That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account: but the full sum of me But she may learn; happier than this, William Shakespeare. MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH. OVE eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow; From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go; Winifreda. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, 181 Alfred Tennyson WINIFREDA. AWAY! let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care; Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, What tho' no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood; We'll shine in more substantial honors, And to be noble we'll be good. Our name, while virtue thus we tender, What though from fortune's lavish bounty Still shall each returning season Through youth and age in love excelling, How should I love the pretty creatures, And when with envy, Time, transported, |