A DEDICATION.

In woods where the spring half uncovers
The flush of her amorous face,
By the waters that listen for lovers
For these is there place?

For the song-birds of sorrow, that muffle
Their music as clouds do their fire?
For the storm-birds of passion, that ruffle
Wild wings in a wind of desire?

In the stream of the storm as it settles

Blown seaward, borne far from the sunShaken loose on the darkness, like petals Dropt one after one?

Though the world of your hands be more gracious
And lovelier, in lordship of things

Clothed round by sweet Art with the spacious.
Warm heaven of her imminent wings,

Let them enter, unfledged and nigh fainting,
For the love of old loves and lost times;
And receive in your palace of painting
This revel of rhymes.

Though the seasons of man, full of losses,
Make empty the years full of youth,
If but one thing be constant in crosses,

Change lays not her hand upon truth;
Hopes die, and their tombs are for token

That the grief, as the joy of them, ends Ere Time, that breaks all men, has broken The faith between friends.

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THE LAST POET.

Though the many lights dwindle to one light,
There is help if the heaven has one;
Though the skies be discrowned of the sunlight,
And the earth dispossessed of the sun,
They have moonlight and sleep for repayment,
When, refreshed as a bride and set free,
With stars and sea-winds in her raiment,

Then ask if of the question

Not weary yet-"How long

Ere it is sung and ended,

The old, eternal song?

ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG. (German.)

Translation of NATHANIEL LANGDON FROTHINGHAM.

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ABOU BEN ADHEM (MAY HIS TRIBE INCREASE!)..
AE FOND KISS AND THEN WE SEVER!.
A FEARLESS SHAPE OF BRAVE DEVICE..
AGAIN I SIT WITHIN THE MANSION.
AH, CHLORIS! THAT I NOW COULD SIT.
AH, HERE IT IS! THE SLIDING RAIL.
AH, MY HEART IS WEARY WAITING..
AH, MY PERILLA! DOST THOU GRIEVE TO SEE.
ALL DAY LONG TILL THE WEST WAS RED..
ALL'S WELL"- How THE MUSICAL SOUND
ALL THE EARTH IS WRAPT IN SHADOWS...
ALL THOUGHTS, ALL PASSIONS, ALL DELIGHTS.
ALTHOUGH I ENTER NOT...

AND ARE YE SURE THE NEWS IS TRUE.

AN ORPHAN BOY, WITH WEARY FEET.
AROUND ME LIFE'S Hell of FIERCE ARDORS BURNS.
AS I LAY ASLEEP, AS I LAY ASLEEP.

AS I LAY A-THINKING, A-THINKING, A-THINKING.
As I SAW FAIR CHLORIS WALK ALONE...

A SOLDIER OF THE LEGION LAY DYING IN ALGIERS.
ASK ME NO MORE: THE MOON MAY DRAW THE SEA.
AS SHIPS BECALMED AT EVE, THAT LAY.....................
AS SOME POOR PITEOUS LAPP, WHO Under firs.
AS THROUGH THE LAND AT EVE WE WENT.
A TRAVELLER THROUGH A DUSTY ROAD.
AT THE CORNER OF WOOD STREET WHEN DAYLIGHT APPEARS.
AWAKE THEE, MY LADY-LOVE.....

BALOW, MY BABE, LY STIL AND SLEIPE.....
BARK, THAT BEARS ME THROUGH FOAM AND SQUALL.
BEAUTY STILL WALKETH ON THE EARTH AND AIR..
BEYOND THE SMILING AND THE WEEPING..

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