Tangled; pout not, frown not, Kitty, It may make me sin again. There! 'tis well! Now wind and wind, Now 'tis done! The last thread lingers Ah! so fast and quick you wind it Throbbing now close, close to thine? ROBERT BUCHANAN. TOGETHER. We live and love each other while the days Glide swiftly past us with a lightning speed. We live and love, and know not any need But what our love can satisfy. We praise The God above, that in this 'wildering maze AFTER. We two can walk as in a sunny mead, 25 And see bright flowers around. Each day we plead To the All-Father, that His loving gaze And keep us still together hand in hand. AFTER. When the grass shall cover me, You will say, "How kind she was;" When the grass shall cover me, You will find in blade and blossom Sweet, small voices, odorous, When the grass shall cover me! Now I know how dear she was!"- IN VACATION. When I met her at a party, So I did my best to please her, Told her of our life at college, With some slight embellishings. "How do you," she asked, "like Cambridge?" "Oh," I said, "the town will do; HE AND SHE? Though, to tell the truth, its girls are Fool I was! I saw my blunder HE AND SHE? I'll be at the window as he goes by, He'll lift his head to look at the sky, To see if the sun has set for fair,— Against the sky in the golden air Of familiar eyes; and I shall see A sudden smile and a nod, maybe. Or perhaps four swift moments-then, Ah then, In another moment the world of men The street is turned, a different face While I by my window here retrace Each line of the face Which smiled at me as it passed me by That swept me in with the western sky, To-morrow I shall be at the window when . He will smile and nod-and then, ah, thenThe same old story over again! CELIA GARDNER. YOU KISSED ME. You kissed me!-my head had dropped low on your breast, With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest, While the holy emotions my tongue dare not speak Flashed up, like a flame, from my heart to my cheek. Your arms held me fast-Oh, your arms were so bold Heart responded to heart in that passionate hold; Your glances seemed drawing my soul through mine eyes, As the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies; |