IV. PICKING AND STEALING. Now Jane was under that old mulberry-tree, So watched and guarded near the summer-house; I caught her pilfering from the lower boughs, "Dear Heaven! what purple lips! they'll surely be To in-door folk no doubtful history." Now this to 'scape she stood with knitted brows In pretty strife betwixt the ifs and hows, "It is," quoth I (one arm her waist enfolding, "It is, to kiss those tell-tale stains away." But ah! as kisses oft will do, this made The matter worse, and both of us betrayed. GEORGE POWELL THOMAS. I. TO CONSTANCE, IN ABSENCE. THOU art not here! And ere we meet again, The fairest face that e'er won lover's vow. "Poems by George Powell Thomas, Captain Bengal Army, Author of Views of Simla.'" ་ II. THE SAME SUBJECT. BUT ah! the Future! That lies far away, Dread Future! Ever, as my heart had strayed And cowers in solitude, of home to muse, Of home, to which he fain would wander back, Following his heart there, but the Fates refuse; And there he sits in dark cold misery, With Memory alone! - 't is so with me. His claim to any share in thee or thine, Till he has passed that dim and awful line, Which no man ever passed or e'er shall pass, Prizing thy gifts! Rare beings still amass Treasures that after-ages count divine; Yet ere they pass from earth, thou giv'st no sign While wordy critics smirch their lays with blots; Year after year, the dock or hemlock rots; And then thou nam'st their love, or woe, or mirth ; And towns that let them die boast that they gave them birth. IV. THE FIRST RAILWAY TRAIN IN INDIA. A HOWL, as of a demon, startles night, To whom they offer their barbaric prayer? Whose coming so delighted earth of yore? “Hands off! — don't bother ; - don't be such a bore! There's naught to shout and tremble at, I tell 'ee! 'T is only our first railway train to Delhi." |