MADRIGAL. TAKE, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, Bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain, William Shakspeare. THE WANDERER. (Rondel.) 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, He fain would lie as he lay before; Love comes back to his vacant dwelling, The old, old Love that we knew of yore! You'll Love Me Yet. Ah, who shall help us from over-spelling 69 Austin Dobson. γου YOU'LL LOVE ME YET. YOU'LL love me yet! — and I can tarry June reared that bunch of flowers you carry I plant a heartful now! some seed And yield what you'll not pluck indeed, You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet; ONE WAY OF LOVE. ALL June I bound the rose in sheaves; Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves, Let them lie! Suppose they die? How many a month I strove to suit She will not hear my music? So! Suppose Pauline had bade me sing! My whole life long I learned to love. And speak my passion, heaven or hell? She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well! Lose who may - I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they. Robert Browning. Through the Long Days and Years. 71 THROUGH THE LONG DAYS AND YEARS. THROUGH the long days and years What will my loved one be, Through the long days and years? Always as then she was, Loveliest, brightest, best, Blessing and blest, Always as then she was. Never on earth again Shall I before her stand, Touch lip or hand, Never on earth again. But while my darling lives Peaceful I journey on, Not while my darling lives. John Hay. BALLAD OF THE BRIDES OF QUAIR. A STILLNESS crept about the house, At even-fall, in noontide glare; The peacock on the terrace screamed; Calm by the sheltered House of Quair. The pool was still; around its brim There came no murmur from the streams, The days hold on their wonted pace, Their part to fill, of good or ill, While women keep the House of Quair. And one is clad in widow's weeds, And one is maiden-like and fair, |