Your smile is always in my heart, your name beside my tongue. O, LOVELY Mary Donnelly, it's you I love But you've as many sweethearts as you'd the best! If fifty girls were around you, I'd hardly see the rest; Be what it may the time of day, the place be where it will, Sweet looks of Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still. count on both your hands, And for myself there's not a thumb or little finger stands. Oh, you're the flower of womankind, in country or in town; The higher I exalt you, the lower I'm cast down. see your beauty bright, Her eyes like mountain water that's flowing If some great lord should come this way and on a rock, How clear they are, how dark they are! and And you to be his lady, I'd own it was but right. they give me many a shock; Oh, might we live together in lofty palace And Pat, without fail, leads out sweet Kitty hall Where joyful music rises, and where scarlet curtains fall; Oh, might we live together in a cottage mean and small, With sods of grass the only roof, and mud the only wall! Neil Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of refusing. Now Felix Magee puts his pipes to his knee, And, with flourish so free, sets each couple in motion; O, lovely Mary Donnelly, your beauty 's my With a cheer and a bound, the lads patter distress It's far too beauteous to be mine, but I'll never wish it less; the ground The maids move around just like swans on the ocean. The proudest place would fit your face, and Cheeks bright as the rose-feet light as the doe's Now cozily retiring, now boldly advanc ing; Search the world all around from the sky to the ground, No such sight can be found as an Irish lass dancing! Sweet Kate! who could view your bright eyes of deep blue, Beaming humidly through their dark lashes so mildly Your fair-turned arm, heaving breast, rounded form Nor feel his heart warm, and his pulses throb wildly? Poor Pat feels his heart, as he gazes, depart, Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love; The sight leaves his eye as he cries with a sigh, "Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love!" DENIS FLORENCE M'CARTHY SONG. LOVE me if I live! Love me if I die! What to me is life or death, So that thou be nigh? Once I loved thee rich, Now I love thee poor; Ah! what is there I could not For thy sake endure? THE WELCOME. Kiss me for my love! Pay me for my pain! How thou lov'st again! BARRY CORNWALL. WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE. WERE I but his own wife, to guard and to guide him, 'Tis little of sorrow should fall on my dear; I'd chant my low love verses, stealing beside him, 267 COME in the evening, or come in the morningSo faint and so tender his heart would but Come when you 're looked for, or come withhear; out warning; I'd pull the wild blossoms from valley and Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll highland; adore you! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, "True lovers don't sever!" II. I'll pull you sweet flowers, to wear if you choose them! Or, after you've kissed them, they'll lie on my bosom; I'll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you; I'll fetch from my fancy a tale that won't tire you. Oh! your step's like the rain to the summervexed farmer, Or sabre and shield to a knight without armor; I'll sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me, Then, wandering, I'll wish you in silence to love me. III That heart keeps its faith like a fast-flowing We'll look through the trees at the cliff and river the eyrie; Which gushes for ever and sings on its We'll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy; way. We'll look on the stars, and we'll list to the Till a silence fell with the waking bird, I said to the rose, "The brief night goes Come when you're looked for, or come with- But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose, out warning: COME into the garden, Maud For the black bat, night, has flown! Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; "For ever and ever, mine!" And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clashed in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood Our wood, that is dearer than all From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs, The slender acacia would not shake And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, But the rose was awake all night for your And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves, On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun that she loves, To faint in its light, and to die. All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirred To the dancers dancing in tune sake, Knowing your promise to me; Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. SUMMER DAYS. There has fallen a splendid tear She is coming, my life, my fate! The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late:" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear," And the lily whispers, "I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet! Had I lain for a century dead— Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ALFRED TENNYSON, SUMMER DAYS. In summer, when the days were long, We strayed from morn till evening came; In summer, when the days were long, And then we sat beneath the trees, In summer, when the days were long, We loved, and yet we knew it not- In summer, when the days are long, I see her not; but that old song In summer, when the days are long, My heart is light, my step is strong; RUTH. 269 ANONYMOUS SHE stood breast high amid the corn, On her cheek an autumn flush Round her eyes her tresses fell— And her hat, with shady brim, Sure, I said, Heaven did not mean THOMAS HOOD |