And where the springy turf was gay With strawberries! A shadowy sail, silent and grey, But none could hear me ask my fee, And none could know what came to be. Can sweethearts all their thirst allay With strawberries? W. E. Henley. JENNY KISSED ME JENNY kissed me when we met, Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. L. Hunt. POEMS IN A MINOR KEY THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, I have been laughing, I have been carousing, I loved a Love once, fairest among women: I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, How some they have died, and some they have left me, C. Lamb. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. A. Tennyson. THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS OFT in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends so link'd together Like leaves in wintry weather, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. T. Moore. PAST AND PRESENT I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, He never came a wink too soon I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The lilacs where the robin built, I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy. T. Hood. THE FLIGHT OF LOVE WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead.— When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. |