SONG FROM AS YOU LIKE IT UNDER the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Who doth ambitions shun, And pleased with what he gets, No enemy But winter and rough weather. SHAKESPEARE THE DESERTED HOUSE LIFE and thought have gone away Side by side, Leaving door and windows wide: Careless tenants they! All within is dark as night: Close the door, the shutters close, Of the dark deserted house. Come away: no more of mirth Come away for Life and Thought But in a city glorious A great and distant city-have bought Would they could have stayed with us! TENNYSON A LITTLE while a little love The hour yet bears for thee and me, Who have not drawn the veil to see If still our heaven be lit above. Thou merely, at the day's last sigh, Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone; And I have heard the night-wind cry, And deemed its speech mine own. A little while, a little love The scattering autumn hoards for us We hear the flood-tides seek the sea, A little while a little love May yet be ours who have not said DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI 22 GIVE THE END OF IT `IVE me your hand. The glimmering star we sought Has vanished wholly. Truth is hard to find We will no more dispute. What boon hath strife that it should make us foes? E. CRACROFT LEFROY THREE SEASONS "A CUP for Hope!" she said, In springtime ere the bloom was The crimson wine was poor and cold "A cup for Love!" how low And soft the words; and all the while "A cup for Memory!" Cold cup that one must drain alone: Hope, Memory, Love: Hope for fair morn, and Love for day, And solitary dove. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI |