er charms.

Then he remembered all _her_ shame; and knew
The thing that he must do:
These were but records of _his_ life: the whole
Portrayed to him his soul.--
So, drawing forth the slim Bithynian phial,
He drained it with a smile.
And 'twixt the Knight and Psyche fell and died;
The arras, evil-eyed,
Glared grimly at him where all night he lay,
And where a stealthy ray
Pointed her to _him_--her, that nymph above,
Who gave the Troll her love.

_IN PEARL AND GOLD_

When pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk,
The moon curves, silvering the dusk,--
As in a garden, dreaming,
A lily slips its dewy husk
A firefly in its gleaming,--
I of my garden am a guest;
My garden, that, in beauty dressed
Of simple shrubs and oldtime flowers,
Chats with me of the perished hours,
When _she_ companioned me in life,
Living remote from care and strife.

It says to me: "How sad and slow
The hours of daylight come and go,
Until the Night walks here again
With moon and starlight in her train,
And she and I with perfumed words
Of winds and waters, dreaming birds,
And flowers and crickets and the moon,
For hour on hour, in soul commune.--"
And you, and you,
Sit here and listen in the dew
For her, the love, you used to know,
Who often walked here, long ago,
Long ago;
The young, sweet love you used to know
Long ago
Whom oft I watched with violet eye,
Or eye of dew, as she passed by:
As she passed by.

And I reply, with half a sigh:--
"You knew her too as well as I,
That young sweet love of long-ago!
That young sweet love, who walked here slow.--
Oh, speak no more of the days gone by,
Dear days gone by,
Lest I lay me down on your heart and die!"

_MOON FAIRIES_

The moon, a circle of gold,
O'er the crowded housetops rolled,
And peeped in an attic, where,
'Mid sordid things and bare,
A sick child lay and gazed
At a road to the far-away,
A road he followed, mazed,
That grew from a moonbeam-ray,

A road of light that led
From the foot of his garret-bed
Out of that room of hate,
Where Poverty slept by his mate,
Sickness--out of the street,
Into a wonderland,
Where a voice called, far and sweet,
"Come, follow our Fairy band!"

A purple sha