THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Read my little fable: He that runs may read. And some are pretty enough, REQUIESCAT. FAIR is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly, slowly glide It sees itself from thatch to base Dream in the sliding tides. And fairer she, but ah how soon to die! Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease. Her peaceful being slowly passes by To some more perfect peace. THE SAILOR BOY. He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, And while he whistled long and loud "The sands and yeasty surges mix In caves about the dreary bay, And on thy ribs the limpet sticks, And in thy heart the scrawl shall play." "Fool," he answer'd, "death is sure To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure 66 To sit with empty hands at home. 'My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying, 'Stay for shame;' My father raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame, they are all to blame. "God help me! save I take my part Far worse than any death to me." THE ISLET. “WHITHER, O whither, love, shall we go, For a score of sweet little summers or so," The sweet little wife of the singer said, 66 99 On the day that follow'd the day she was wed. In a shallop of crystal ivory-beak'd, With a satin sail of a ruby glow, To a sweet little Eden on earth that I know, Waves on a diamond shingle dash, Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine, With many a rivulet high against the Sun "Thither, O thither, love, let us go." "No, no, no! For in all that exquisite isle, my dear, There is but one bird with a musical throat, And his compass is but of a single note, That it makes one weary to hear." "Mock me not! mock me not! love, let us go." "No, love, no. For the bud ever breaks into bloom on the tree, THE RINGLET. "YOUR ringlets, your ringlets, Will turn it silver-gray ; And then shall I know it is all true gold “Then take it, love, and put it by; 2. "My ringlet, my ringlet, That art so golden-gay, Now never chilling touch of Time Can turn thee silver-gray; And a Jad may wink, and a girl may hint, For my doubts and fears were all amiss, II. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I kiss'd you night and day, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, You stil! are golden-gay, But Ringlet, O Ringlet, You should be silver-gray : For what is this which now I'm told, She that gave you 's bought and sold, 2. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, She clipt you from her head, She gave you me, and said, 3. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I count you much to blame, For Ringlet, O Ringlet, You put me much to shame, So Ringlet, O Ringlet, I doom you to the flame. For what is this which now I learn, A WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA. MARCH 7, 1863. SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet! |