d his hand down to
the youngest. The time will doubtless come when it will be a part of
education to be acquainted with Lanier, as it is now to be acquainted
with Longfellow or Tennyson.

I.

Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies,
And the knights still hurried amain
To the tournament under the ladies' eyes,
Where the jousters were Heart and Brain.

II.

Flourished the trumpets, entered Heart,
A youth in crimson and gold;
Flourished again; Brain stood apart,
Steel-armoured, dark and cold.

III.

Heart's palfrey caracoled gaily round,
Heart tra-li-ra'd merrily;
But Brain sat still, with never a sound,
So cynical-calm was he.

IV.

Heart's helmet-crest bore favours three
From his lady's white hand caught;
While Brain wore a plumeless casque; not he
Or favour gave or sought.

V.

The trumpet blew; Heart shot a glance
To catch his lady's eye.
But Brain gazed straight ahead, his lance
To aim more faithfully.

VI.

They charged, they struck; both fell, both bled;
Brain rose again, ungloved;
Heart, dying, smiled and faintly said,
"My love to my beloved."

SIDNEY LANIER.

THE WIND AND THE MOON.

Little Laddie, do you remember learning "The Wind and the Moon"? You
were eight or nine years old, and you shut your eyes and puffed out
your cheeks when you came to the line "He blew and He blew." The saucy
wind made a great racket and the calm moon never noticed it. That gave
you a great deal of pleasure, didn't it? We did not care much for the
noisy, conceited wind. (1824-.)

Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out,
You stare
In the air
Like a ghost in a chair,
Always looking what I am about--
I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out."

The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon.
So, deep
On a heap
Of clouds to sleep,
Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon,
Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon."

He turned in his bed; she was there again!
On high
In the sky,
With her one ghost eye,
The Moon shone white and alive and plain.
Said the Wind, "I will blow you out again."

The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew