elled in the clay;
To-morrow I'll forget him;
Let me weep to-day.

WHAT WILL YOU GIVE?

What will you give me, if I will wed?
"A golden gown
To come sweetly down,
And deck you from foot to head."

How will you keep me, if I am cold?
"By a heart so warm,
The bravest storm
Dare not force through my strong hands' hold."

How will you please me, if I should thirst?
"Why by the rape
Of the purple grape,
Which the summer and sun have nursed."

If I should hunger what may I eat?
"For you the skies
The falcon flies,
And the hounds on the stag are fleet."

How can you comfort when fair youth dies,
When the spirit's fain
For a purer gain,
Than the satisfied flesh supplies?

"But this I promise, when starved and cold
A lonely soul
Finds for its goal
A six-foot bed and churchyard mould."

A MEADOW TRAGEDY

Here's a meadow full of sunshine
Ripe grasses lush and high;
There's a reaper on the roadway,
And a lark hangs in the sky.

There's a nest of love enclosing
Three little beaks that cry;
The reapers in the meadow
And a lark hangs in the sky.

Here's a mead all full of summer,
And tragedy goes by
With a knife amongst the grasses,
And a song up in the sky.

AN ECLIPSE

Let there be an end
And all be done;
Pass over, fair eclipse,
That hides the sun.

Dear face that shades the light
And shadows me,
Begone, and give me peace,
And set me free.

THE SCALLOP SHELL

A scallop shell, loosed by the lifting tide,
Had left a friendly shore, the seas to brave;
Its lips of pink and snowy hollow shone
Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the wave.

It gleamed and passed--you burdened it with love,
With sweet long futures, new and dreamy days:
And named for me--because I held your hopes.
I bid you hush--not meriting your praise.

I pointed, where your vessel came to shore,
Wrecked where the tiny breakers rose and fell;
And bid your voyagers not put to sea
So fail a craft as this poor scallop shell.

WITH A ROSE

In the heart of a rose
Lies the heart of a maid;
If you be not afraid
You will wear it. Who knows?

In the pink of its bloom,
Lay your lips to her cheek;
Since a rose cannot speak,
And you ga