Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash; The ferns begin to waver and the flowers begin to fly; And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by. Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves ALFRED NOYES. FAR-AWAY. As chimes that flow o'er shining seas A home is odorous Ossory; The Golden Shore of Far-Away! There grows the Tree whose summer breath And he who feels it fears not Death, And mild is meadowy Mellaray. There sings the Voice whose wondrous tune Falls, like diamond-showers above That in the radiant day of June Come, Fragrance of the Flowering Tree, DR. GEORGE SIGERSON. POEMS OF SENTIMENT. I. TIME. TIME THE SUPREME. FROM NIGHT THOUGHTS," NIGHT I. THE bell strikes one: we take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it, then, a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! my hopes and fears Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour? Time the supreme! -Time is eternity; Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile. |