THE NEREIDS.

THE Nereid maids in days of yore
Saw the lost pilot loose the helm,

Saw the wreck blacken all the shore,
And every wave some head o'erwhelm.

Afar the youngest of the train

Beheld (but fear'd and aided not) A minstrel from the billowy main Borne breathless near her coral grot:

Then terror fled, and pity rose

"Ah me," she cried, "I come too late! Rather than not have soothed his woes,

I would, but may not, share his fate."

"Sedet æternumque sedebit." bera. As vi. 57.

NEREIDES (sic fama refert) videre puellæ
Rector ut excideret puppe, subactus aquis:
Litus uti fractis nigresceret omne carinis,
Omnis et abreptum volveret unda caput.
At procul a pelago stans una, novissima natu,
(Ni metus obstaret, forte tulisset opem),
Semanimum vatem spumosis vidit ab undis
Ad se-curalio tecta latebat-agi.

Tum retro metus omnis iit, miserataque casum

"Veni ego," conclamat, "væ mihi! sera nimis. "Mallem equidem, tantos quam non mulsisse dolores, Ipsa pari-possem si modo-sorte mori."

She raised his hand. "What hand like this
Could reach the heart athwart the lyre?
What lips like these return my kiss,

Or breathe, incessant, soft desire?"

From eve to morn, from morn to eve,
She gazed his features o'er and o'er,
And those who love and who believe,

May hear her sigh along the shore.

W. S. LANDOR.

Inde levans dextram, "Num par," ait, "illius un

quam

"Perveniet tacta cordis ad ima lyra?

"Talibus aut quisquam mihi dividet oscula labris, "Dum tenerum id numquam dicere cessat, Amo?"

Jamque dies nocti subit altera, noxque diei,
At sedet, at vultum perlegit illa viri.

Illam, si quis amans et non incredulus idem est,
Audiat ut circa litus anhelet adhuc.

T

WEEP NO MORE.

WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan;
Sorrow calls no time that's gone;

Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again :
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Fates hidden ends eyes cannot see:
Joys as winged dreams fly fast;
Why should sadness longer last?
Grief is but a wound to woe;

Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no mo.

FLETCHER.