Ah！andthelipshavesaidWordswewouldfainrecall—
Wildwords，ofpassionbred！
Inbunkersallunknown，Farbeyond’Walkinshaw，Whereneverballhadflown—
Reachedbyourselvesalone—
CaddieshaveheardwithaweThemusicofourmoan！
Yet，Nymph，ifoncealone，Theballhathfeatlyfled—
Notsmittenfromthebone—
Thatdrivedothstillatone；
AndonelongshotlaiddeadOurgrieftothewindshathblown！
So，stillbesidethetee，Wemeetinstormorcalm，Lady，andworshipthee；
Whiletheloudlarksingsfree，PipinghismatinpsalmAbovethegreysadsea！
FRESHMAN’STERM
Returnagain，thouFreshman’syear，Whenbloomwasontherye，Whenbreakfastcamewithbottledbeer，WhenPleasurewalkedtheHigh；
WhenTorpidBumpsweremorebyfarToeveryopeningmindThanTrade，orShares，orPeace，orWar，Toseniorhumankind；
WhenribbonsofoutrageoushuesWerewornwithhonestpride，Whenmuchwastalkedofboatsandcrews，WhenProctorsweredefied：
WhenTickwasinitsearlybloom，WhenSchoolswerefaraway，Asvaguelydistantasthetomb，Normoreregarded——they！
WhenarmwasfreelylinkedwitharmBeneaththeCollegelimes，WhenSundaygrindspossessedacharmDeniedtoCollegeRhymes：
WheniceswereinmuchrequestBesidetheAprilfire，WhenmenwereverystrangelydressedByStandenorbyPrior。
Return，yeFreshman’sTerms！TheyDO
Return，andmuchthesame，Toboys，who，justlikemeandyou，Playtheabsurdoldgame！
ATOAST
[KateKennedyisthePatronSaintofSt。Leonard’sandSt。
Salvator。Herhistoryisquiteunknown。]
Thelearnedareall’inaswither，’
（Theydon’tveryoftenagree，）
Theyknownother’whence’norher’whither，’
TheMaidenwedrinktotogether，TheCollege’sKateKennedie！
Didsheshineindaysearlyorlater？
Didsheeverachieveadegree？
Wassheprettyorplain？Didshemate，orLivelonely？AndwhowasthepaterOfmysticalKateKennedie？
Thelearnedmayscornherandscouther，ButtruetohercoloursareWE，Thelearnedmaymockherandflouther，Butsurelywe’llrallyabouther，IntheCollegethatstandsbytheSea！
Sohere’stohermemory！heretoThemysticalMaidendrinkwe，Wepledgeher，andwe’llperseveretoo，ThoughthereasonisnotverycleartoThecriticalmind，nortoME。
Here’stoKate！she’sourown，andshe’sdeartoTheCollegethatstandsbytheSea。
DEATHINJUNE——FORCRICKETERSONLY
[JuneisthemonthofSuicides]
WhydoweslayourselvesinJune，Whenlife，ifever，seemssosweet？
When\"Moon，\"and\"tune，\"and\"afternoon，\"
Andotherhappyrhymeswemeet，Whenstrawberriesarecomingsoon？
Whydowedoit？’yourepeat！
Ah，carelessbutterfly，totheeThestrawberryseemspassinggood；
Andsweet，onMusic’swings，tofleeAmidthewaltzingmultitude，Andrevellate——perchancetillthree—
ForLoveismonarchofthymood！
Alas！toUSnosolaceshowsForsorrowsweendure——atLord’s，WhenOxford’sbowlingALWAYSgoesFor’fours，’forevertothecords—
Ormore，perhaps，with’overthrows’；—
Thesethingscanpiercetheheartlikeswords！
Andthusitisthoughwoodsaregreen，ThoughmayfliesdowntheTestarerolling，Thoughsweet，thesilvershowersbetween，Thefinchessinginstrainsconsoling，Wecutourthroatsforveryspleen，AndveryshameofOxford’sbowling！
TOCORRESPONDENTS
MyPostman，thoughIfearthytread，Andtrembleasthyfootdrawsnearer，’TisnottheChristmasDunIdread，MYmortalfoeismuchseverer，—
TheUnknownCorrespondent，who，Withundefatigablepen，Andnothingintheworldtodo，Perplexesliterarymen。
FromPentecostandPonder’sEndTheywrite：fromDeal，andfromDacotah，ThepeopleoftheShetlandssendNoinconsiderablequota；
TheywriteforAUTOGRAPHS；invain，InvaindoesPhylliswrite，andFlora，TheywritethatAllanQuatermainIsnotatallthebookforBrora。
Theywritetosaythat’theyhavemetThiswriter’atagardenparty，Andthough’thiswriter’MAYforget，’
THEIRrecollection’skeenandhearty。
’AndwillyoupraiseinyourreviewsAnovelbyourdistantcousin？’
TheselettersfromProvincialBluesAssailusdailybythedozen！
Ofriendswithtimeuponyourhands，Ofriendswithpostage—stampsinplenty，Opoetsoutofmanylands，Oyouthsandmaidensundertwenty，Seekoutsomeotherwretchtobore，Orwreakyourselvesuponyourneighbours，AndleavemetomydustyloreAndmyunprofitablelabours！
BALLADEOFDIFFICULTRHYMES
Withcertainrhymes’tishardtodeal；
For’silver’wehavene’erarhyme。
On’orange’（asonorangepeel）
Thebardhasslippedfullmanyatime。
With’babe’there’sscarceasoundwillchime，Though’astrolabe’fitslikeaglove；
But，yethatonParnassusclimb，Why，whyarerhymessoraretoLOVE？
Arhymeto’cusp，’tobegorsteal，I’vesought，fromevensongtoprime，Butvainismypoeticzeal，There’snotonesoundiswortha’dime’：
’Bilge，’’coif，’’scarf，’’window’——deedsofcrimeI’ddotogaintherhymesthereof；
Norshrinkfromactsofmoralgrime—
Why，whyarerhymessoraretoLOVE？
To’dove’myfanciesflit，andwheelLikebutterfliesonbanksofthyme。
’Above’？——or’shove’——alas！Ifeel，They’retoomuchusedtobesublime。
Iscornwithangrypantomime，Thethoughtof’move’（pronouncedasmuv）。
Ah，inApollo’sgoldenclimeWhy，whyarerhymessoraretoLOVE？
ENVOI
Princeoftheluteandlyre，revealNewrhymes，freshminted，fromabove，Norstillbedeaftoourappeal。
Why，WHYarerhymessoraretoLOVE？
BALLANTO’BALLANTRAE——TOROBERTLOUISSTEVENSON
[Writteninwetweather，thisconveyedtotheMasterofBallantraeawrongideaofaverybeautifulandcharmingplace，withlinks，arivercelebratedbyBurns，goodsea—fishing，and，ontheriver，aruinedcastleateveryturnofthestream。’TryBallantrae’isawordofwisdom。]
WhansuthernwundsgarspindriftfleeAbunetheclachan，faddumshie，WhanforthecludsIcannaseeThebonnylift，I’dfaininditeanOdetoTHEE
HadIthegift！
Kenyethecoasto’wastlandAyr？
Ohmon，it’suncobleakandbare！
Yedaunderhere，yedaunderthere，Andmak’yourmoan，They’verainandwundeneuchtotearThesutherncone！
Ye’reseekin’sport！There’snaneava’，Ye’llsitandglowerahintthewa’
Atbleesin’breakerstillyestaw，Ifthat’syerwush；
’There’sayetheStinchar。’Hootawa’，Shewunnafush！
Shewunnafushatonygait，She’sroarin’reidinwrathfu’spate；
Maistlikeyerkimmerwhenye’relateFraeGirvanFair！
ForbyetospeerforleaveI’mblateForfushin’there！
OLouis，youthatwritesinScots，Ye’refarawa’fraestirksandstots，Wi’drookithurdies，tailsinknots，Anuncoway！
MYmirth’slikethornsaneththepotsInBallantrae！
SONGBYTHESUB—CONSCIOUSSELF——RHYMESMADEINADREAM
Iknownotwhatmysecretis，Iknowbutitismine；
Iknowtodwellwithitwerebliss，Todieforitdivine。
Icannotyielditinakiss，Norbreatheitinasigh。
IknowthatIhavelivedforthis；
Forthis，mylove，Idie。
THEHAUNTEDHOMESOFENGLAND
TheHauntedHomesofEngland，Howeerilytheystand，Whilethroughthemflittheirghosts——towit，TheMonkwiththeRedHand，TheEyelessGirl——anawfulspook—
Tostoptheboldestbreath，Theboythatinkedhiscopybook，Andsogot’wopped’todeath！
Callthemnotshams——fromhauntedGlamisTohauntedWoodhouselea，ImarkinhoststhegrislyghostsIhearthefellBanshie！
IknowthespectraldogthathowlsBeforethedeathofSquires；
Inmy’Ghosts’—guide’addresseshideForPodmoreandforMyers！
IseetheVampireclimbthestairsFromvaultsbelowthechurch；
Andhark！thePirate’sspectreswears！
OPsychicalResearch，CanstTHOUnothearwhatmeetsmyear，Theviewlesswheelsthatcome？
ThewildBanshiethatwailstothee？
TheDrummerwithhisdrum？
OHauntedHomesofEngland，Thoughtenantlessyestand，Withnonecontenttopaytherent，Throughalltheshadowyland，Now，SciencetruewillfindinyouAsympatheticperch，Andtakeyouall，bothGrangeandHall，ForPsychicalResearch！
THEDISAPPOINTMENT
AhouseItook，andmanyaspookWasdeemedtohauntthatHouse，IbadetheglumResearcherscomeWithBoglestocarouse。
ThatHouseI’dsoughtwithanxiousthought，’Twasold，’twasdarkassin，Anddeedsofbale，soranthetale，Hadoftbeendonetherein。
Fullmanyachilditsmotherwild，Mensaid，hadstrangledthere，Fullmanyasire，inheedlessire，Hadslainhisdaughterfair！
’Twasrarelylet：Ican’tforgetArecenttenant’sdread，ThiswidowlonehadheardamoanProceedingfromherbed。
ThetenantsnextwerechieflyvexedByspectresgrimandgrey。
AHeadlessGhostannoyedthemmost，Andsotheydidnotstay。
Thenextinturnsawcorpselightsburn，AndalsoaBanshie，AspectralHandtheycouldnotstand，AndlefttheHousetome。
Thencamemyfriendsfordiversends，Somecurious，someafraid；
NodirerpestdisturbedtheirrestThananeatchambermaid。
Thegrislyhallsweregaywithballs，OnemelancholynookWhereghostsGALOREwereseenbeforeNowyieldedne’eraspook。
Whenmanandmaid，allunafraid，’Satout’uponthestairs，Nospectredread，withfeetoflead，Camepastthemunawares。
Iknownotwhy，butalwayI
Havefoundthatitisso，ThatwhentheglumResearcherscomeThebrutesofbogeys——go！
TOTHEGENTLEREADER
’AFrenchwriter（whomIlovewell）speaksofthreekindsofcompanions，——men，women，andbooks。’——SirJohnDavys。
Threekindsofcompanions，men，women，andbooks，Wereenough，saidtheelderlySage，forhisends。
Andthewomenwedeemthathechosefortheirlooks，Andthemenfortheircellars：thebookswerehisfriends：
’Mandelightsmenot，’often，’norwoman，’butbooksArethebestofgoodcomradesinloneliestnooks。
Formanwillbewrangling——forwomanwillfretAboutanythinginfinitesimalsmall：
LiketheSageinourPlato，I’m’anxioustogetOntheside’——onthesunnierside——’ofawall。’
Letthewindoftheworldtossthenationslikerooks，Ifonlyyou’llleavemeatpeacewithmyBooks。
Andwhicharemybooks？why，’tismuchasyouplease，For，given’tisabook，itcanhardlybewrong，AndBradshawhimselfIcanstudywithease，ThoughforchoiceImightcallforaSermonorSong；
AndLockeronLondon，andSalaonCooks，’TomBrown，’andPlotinus，they’reallofthemBooks。
There’sFieldingtolaponeincurrentsofmirth；
There’sHerricktosingofaflowerorafay；
OrgoodMaitreFrancoystobringonetoearth，IfShelleyorColeridgehavesnatchedoneaway：
There’sMulleronSpeech，thereisGurneyonSpooks，ThereisTyloronTotems，there’sallsortsofBooks。
There’sroaminginregionswhereeveryone’sbeen，Encounterswherenoonewaseverbefore，There’s’Leaves’fromtheHighlandsweowetotheQueen，There’sHolly’sandLeo’sadventuresinKor：
There’sTannerwhodweltwithPawneesandChinooks，YoucancoveragreatdealofcountryinBooks。
Therearebooks，highlythoughtof，thatnobodyreads，ThereisGeusius’dearlydelectabletomeOftheCannibal——heonhisneighbourwhofeeds—
Andinblood—redmorocco’tisbound，byDerome；
There’sMontaignehere（aFoppens），there’sRoberts（onFlukes），There’sElzevirs，Aldines，andGryphius’Books。
There’sBunyan，there’sWalton，inearlyeditions，There’smanyaquartouncommonlyrare；
There’squaintoldQuevedoadreamwithhisvisions，There’sJohnsontheportly，andBurtonthespare；
There’sBostonofEttrick，whopreachedofthe’CrooksIntheLots’ofusmortals，whobargainforBooks。
There’sRuskintokeeponeexclaiming’Whatnext？’
There’sBrowningtopuzzle，andGilberttochaff，AndMarcusAureliustosootheoneifvexed，AndgoodMARCUSTVAINUStolendyoualaugh；
Therebecapitaltomesthatarefilledwithfly—hooks，AndI’vefrequentlyfoundthemthebestkindofBooks。
THESONNET
Poet，beware！Thesonnet’sprimrosepathIsalltootemptingforthyfeettotread。
Notonthisjourneyshaltthouearnthybread，Becausethesatedreaderroarsinwrath：
’Littleindeedtosaythesingerhath，Andlittlesenseinallthathehathsaid；
Suchrhymesarelightlywritbuthardlyread，Andnaughtbutstubbleishisaftermath！’
ThenshallhecastthatbonnybookofthineWheretheextremewaste—paperbasketgapes，Thereshallthyfutilefanciespeakandpine，Withotherminorpoets，pallidshapes，Whocomealongwayshortofthedivine，Tormentedsoulsofimitativeapes。
THETOURNAYOFTHEHEROES
Ho，warders，cryatournay！ho，heralds，calltheknights！
WhatgallantlanceforoldRomance’gainstmodernfictionfights？
Thelistsareset，theKnightsaremet，Iween，adreadarray，St。Chadtoshield，astrickenfieldshallwebeholdto—day！
FirsttotheNorthernbarrierspricksRolandofRoncesvaux，Andbyhisside，inknightlypride，WilfredofIvanhoe，TheTemplarridethbyhisrein，twogallantfoeswerethey；
Andproudtosee，lebraveBussyhiscoloursdothdisplay。
Readyatneedhecomeswithspeed，WilliamofDeloraine，AndHerewardtheWakehimselfisprickingo’ertheplain。
ThegoodknightofLaMancha’shere，hereisSirAmyasLeigh，AndEricofthegoldhair，prideofNorthernchivalry。
ThereshinesthesteelofAlanBreck，theswordofAthosshines，DalgettyonGustavusridesalongthemarshalledlines，WithmanyaknightofsunnyFrancetheCidhasmarchedfromSpain，AndGotztheIron—handedleadsthelancesofAlmain。
ButwhoupontheModernsidearechampions？WiththesleeveAdornedofhisfalselady—love，ridesgloriousDavidGrieve，Abooksellersometimewashe，inaprovincialtown，Butnowbeforehisironmacegohorseandriderdown。
Ho，RobertElsmere！countthybeads；lo，championofthefray，Withbrandishedcolt，comesFelixHolt，alloftheModernday。
AndSilasLapham’ssix—shooteriscocked：theColonel’sspry！
TherespursthewaryEgoist，defianceinhiseye；
ThereZola’sraggedregimentcomes，withdynamiteinhand，AndFlaubert’screwofcountrydoctorsdevastatetheland。
OnRobertElsmereFriarTuckfallswithhisquarter—staff，NomDe！toseetheclericsfightmightmakethesourestlaugh！
Theymeet，theyshock，fullmanyaknightissmittenonthecrown，SokeepusgoodSt。Genevieve，Umslopogaasisdown！
AboutthemaceofDavidGrievehisbloodisflowingred，Alasforancientchivalry，lebraveBussyissped！
YetwherethesombreTemplarridestheModerncaitiffsfly，TheMummer（ofTheMummer’sWife）hasgotitintheeye，FromFelixHolthispatentColthathnotavertedfate，AndSilasLapham’ssmittenfair，rightthroughhisgallantpate。
ThereDanDerondareelsandfalls，aherosoresurprised；
Ha，Beauseant！stillmaysuchfatebefalltheCircumcised！
TheEgoistisflyingfastfromhimofIvanhoe：
BeneaththeaxeofSkalagrimfallprigsateveryblow：
TheraggedZolaistshavefled，screaming’Wearebetrayed，’
ButloyalAlanBreckisshent，stabbedthroughtheStuartplaid；
Insoothitisagrimlysight，sofasttheheroesfall，Threevolumesfellcouldscarcelytellthefortunesofthemall。
Atlengthbuttwoareleftonground，andDavidGrieveisone。
Mafoy，whatdeedsofderring—dothatbooksellerhathdone！
Theother，markthegiantframe，thegreatportentousfist！
’TisPorthos！DavidGrievemaycallonKuenenanhelist。
Theswordsarecrossed；Doublez，degagez，vite！greatPorthoscalls，AndDaviddrops，thatsecretbottehathpiercedhisoveralls！
AndgoodlyPorthos，asofoldthefamedOrthryades，Raisesthetrophyofthefight，thenfallingonhisknees，Hewritesingoreuponhisshield，’Romance，Romance，haswon！’
Andblood—redonthatstrickenfieldgoesdowntheangrysun。
Nightfallsuponthefieldofdeath，nightonthedarklinglea：
Ohsendussuchatournaysoon，andsendmetheretosee！
BALLADOFTHEPHILANTHROPIST
PomonaRoadandGardens，N。，Werepureastheywerefair—
InotherdistrictsmuchIfear，Thatvulgarlanguageshockstheear，ButbrawlingwivesornoisymenWereneverheardofTHERE。
NoburglarfixedhisdreadabodeInthatsecureretreat，Therewerenopublic—housesnigh，Butchapelslowandchurcheshigh，YoumighthavethoughtPomonaRoadAquiteidealbeat！
YetthatwasnotatalltheviewTakenbyB。13。
ThatactiveandintelligentPolicemandeemedthathewasmeantProfounddetectivedeedstodo，Andthatreposewasmean。
NowtherewasnothingtodetectPomonaRoadalong—
Nonefakedacly，norcrackedacrib，Norpriggedawipe，nortoldafib，——
MindscultivatedandselectSliprarelyintowrong！
ThusboredtodesolationwentThePeeleronhisbeat；
HeknownotLove，hedidnotcare，IfLovebebornonmountainsbare；
Nay，crimetopunish，orprevent，Wasmorethandalliancesweet！
Thewearywanderer，daybyday，WasmarkedbyHowardFry—
Aneighbouringphilanthropist，WhosawwhatthatPolicemanmissed—
Asympathetic’Well—a—day’
He’dmoan，andpipehiseye。
’WhatCANIdo，’askedHowardFry，’Tosoothethatbrother’spain？
Hisglancewhenfirstwemetwaskeen，Mostmartialanderecthismien’
（Whatmienmaymean，IknownotI）
’ButHEmustjoyagain。’
’I’llstartonacareerofcrime，Iwill，’saidHowardFry—
Hespakeandacted！Deedsofbale（WithwhichIdonotstainmytale）
Hewroughtlikemadtimeaftertime，Yetwroughtthemblushfully。
Andnowwhen’busesnightbynightWerestopped，conductorsslain，Whenyouthsandmen，andmaidsunwed，Werestabbedorknockeduponthehead，ThenB。13grewsternlybright，Andwashimselfagain！
PomonaRoadandGardens，N。，Arenowanameoffear。
Commercialtravellersfleeinhaste，RevolversgirtaboutthewaistArewornbycitygentlemenWhohavetheirmansionsnear。
ButB。13elatedgoes，Detectioninhiseye；
WhileHowardFrydoesdeedsofbale（WithwhichIdonotstainmytale）
TolightenthatPoliceman’swoes，Butdoesthemblushfully。
MORAL
SuchisPhilanthropy，myfriends，Toooftensuchherplan，Sheshoots，andstabs，androbs，andflingsBombs，andallsortsofhorridthings。
Ah，nottoserveherprivateends，ButforthegoodofMan！
INERCILDOUNE
Inlightofsunriseandsunsetting，Thelongdayslingered，inforgettingThateverpassion，keentoholdWhatmaynottarry，wasofoldBeyondthedoubtfulstreamwhosefloodRunsredwaist—highwithslainmen’sblood。
Wasbeautyonceathingthatdied？
Waspleasureneversatisfied？
WasreststillbrokenbythevainDesireofaction，bringingpain，Todieinvapidrestagain？
Allthiswasquiteforgotten，thereNowinterbroughtuscoldandcare，Norspringgavepromiseunfulfilled，Nor，withtheheavysummerkilled，Thelanguiddaysdroopautumnwards。
SomagicalaseasonguardsTheconstantprimeofagreenJune。
Soslumbrousistheriver’stune，Thatknowsnothunderofrushingrains，Noreverinthesummerwanes，Likewatersofthesummer—timeInlandsfarfromthefairyclime。
Alas！nowordscanbringthebloomOfFairyland，thelostperfume。
Thesweetlowlight，themagicair，Tomindsofwhohavenotbeenthere：
Alas！nowords，noranyspellCanlulltheheartthatknowstoowellThetowersthatbytheriverstand，ThelostfairworldofFairyland。
Ah，wouldthatIhadneverbeenTheloveroftheFairyQueen。
OrwouldthatIagainmightbeAsleepbelowtheEildonTree，AndseeherridetheforestwayAsonthatmorningoftheMay！
Orwouldthatthroughthelittletown，ThegreyoldplaceofErcildoune，AndallalongthesleepystreetThesoftfallofthewhitedeer’sfeetCame，withthemysticalcommand，ThatImustbacktoFairyLand！
FORAROSE’SSAKE——FRENCHFOLK—SONG
IlavedmyhandsBythewater—side，WithwillowleavesMyhandsIdried。
ThenightingalesangOntheboughofatree，Sing，sweetnightingale，Itiswellwiththee。
Thouhastheart’sdelight，Ihavesadheart’ssorrow，ForafalsefalsemaidThatwillwedto—morrow。
ItisallforaroseThatIgavehernot，AndIwouldthatitgrewInthegardenplot，AndIwouldtherose—treeWerestilltoset，ThatmyloveMarieMightlovemeyet！
THEBRIGAND’SGRAVE——MODERNGREEK
Themooncameupabovethehill，Thesunwentdownthesea，’Go，maids，anddrawthewell—water，But，lad，comeheretome。
Girdonmyjack，andmyoldsword，ForIhaveneverason，AndyoumustbethechiefofallWhenIamdeadandgone。
Butyoumusttakemyoldbroadsword，Andcutthegreenboughsofthetree，Andstrewthegreenboughsontheground，Tomakeasoftdeath—bedforme。
Andyoumustbringtheholypriest，ThatImaysainedbe，ForIhavelivedarovinglifeFiftyyearsunderthegreenwoodtree。
Andyoushallmakeagraveforme，Anddigitdeepandwide，ThatImayturnaboutanddreamWithmyoldgunbymyside。
AndleaveawindowtotheeastAndtheswallowswillbringthespring，AndallthemerrymonthofMayThenightingaleswillsing。’
THENEW—LIVERIEDYEAR——FROMCHARLESD’ORLEANS
TheyearhaschangedhismantlecoldOfwind，ofrain，ofbitterair，AndhegoescladinclothofgoldOflaughingsunsandseasonfair；
NobirdorbeastofwoodorwoldButdothincryorsongdeclare’Theyearhaschangedhismantlecold！’
Allfounts，allriversseawardrolledTheirpleasantsummerliverywearWithsilverstudsonbroideredvair，Theworldputsoffitsraimentold，Theyearhaschangedhismantlecold。
MORESTRONGTHANDEATH——FROMVICTORHUGO
SinceIhavesetmylipstoyourfullcup，mysweet，SinceImypallidfacebetweenyourhandshavelaid，SinceIhaveknownyoursoulandallthebloomofit，Andalltheperfumerare，nowburiedintheshade，SinceitwasgiventometohearonehappywhileThewordswhereinyourheartspokeallitsmysteries，SinceIhaveseenyouweep，andsinceIhaveseenyousmile，Yourlipsuponmylips，andyoureyesuponmyeyes；
SinceIhaveknownabovemyforeheadglanceandgleam，Aray，asinglerayofyourstarveiledalways，SinceIhavefeltthefalluponmylifetime’sstreamOfonerose—petalpluckedfromtherosesofyourdays；
Inowamboldtosaytotheswift—changinghours，Pass，passuponyourway，forIgrowneverold。
Fleettothedarkabysswithallyourfadingflowers，OnerosethatnonemaypluckwithinmyheartIhold。
Yourflyingwingsmaysmite，buttheycanneverspillThecupfulfilledoflovefromwhichmylipsarewet，Myhearthasfarmorefirethanyouhavefrosttochill。
Mysoulmorelovethanyoucanmakemysoulforget。
SILENTIALUNAE——FROMRONSARD
Hidethisonenightthycrescent，kindlyMoon，SoshallEndymionfaithfulprove，andrestLovingandunawakenedonthybreast；
SoshallnofoulenchanterimportuneThyquietcourse，fornowthenightisboon，AndthroughthefriendlynightunseenIfareWhodreadthefaceoffoemenunaware，Andwatchofhostilespiesinthebrightnoon。
Thouknow’st，OMoon，thebitterpowerofLove。
’TistoldhowshepherdPanfoundwaystomoveWithasmallgiftthyheart；andofyourgrace，Sweetstars，bekindtothisnotalienfire，Becauseonearthyedidnotscorndesire，Bethinkye，nowyeholdyourheavenlyplace。
HISLADY’STOMB——FROMRONSARD
Asinthegardens，allthroughMay，theRose，Lovely，andyoung，andrichapparelled，Makessunrisejealousofherrosyred，Whendawnuponthedewofdawningglows；
GracesandLoveswithinherbreastrepose，Thewoodsarefaintwiththesweetodourshed，TillrainsandheavysunshavesmittendeadThelanguidflowerandthelooseleavesunclose，—
Sothis，theperfectbeautyofourdays，Whenheavenandearthwerevocalofherpraise，Thefateshaveslain，andhersweetsoulreposes：
AndtearsIbring，andsighs，andonhertombPourmilk，andscatterbudsofmanyabloom，That，deadasliving，Rosemaybewithroses。
THEPOET’SAPOLOGY
No，theMusehasgoneaway，Doesnothauntmemuchto—day。
EverythingshehadtosayHasbeensaid！
’TwasnotmuchatanytimeShecouldhitchintoarhyme，NeverwastheMusesublime，Whohasfled！
AnyonewhotakesherinMayobserveshe’sratherthin；
LittlemorethanboneandskinIstheMuse；
ScantysacrificeshewonWhenherverybestshe’ddone，Andathertheypokedtheirfun，InReviews。
’Rhymes，’intruth，’arestubbornthings。’
AndtoRhymesheclung，andclings，ButwhateversongshesingsScarcelysells。
Ifhertonebegrave，theysay’Giveussomethingrathergay。’
Ifshe’sskittish，thentheypray’Somethingelse！’
Muchsheloved，forwadingshod，Togoforthwithlineandrod，Lovedtheheather，andthesod，LovedtorestOnthecrystalriver’sbrimWhereshesawthefishesswim，Andsheheardthethrushes’hymn，BytheTest！
She，whateverwayshewent，Friendlywasandinnocent，LittleneedtheBardrepentOfherlay。
Ofthebabbleandtherhyme，AndtheimitativechimeThatamusedhimonatime，—
Nowhe’sgrey。
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ASCOTTOJEANNED’ARC
Jeanned’ArcissaidtohaveledaScottishforceatLagny，whenshedefeatedtheBurgundian，Franquetd’Arras。AScottishartistpaintedherbanner；hewasaJamesPolwarth，oraHumeofPolwarth，accordingtoaconjectureofMr。HillBurton’s。AmonkofDunfermline，whocontinuedFordun’sChronicle，aversthathewaswiththeMaideninhercampaigns，andathermartyrdom。HecallsherPuellaaspiritusanctoexcitata。Unluckilyhismanuscriptbreaksoffinthemiddleofasentence。Athertrial，Jeannesaidthatshehadonlyonceseenherownportrait：itwasinthehandsofaScottisharcher。ThestoryofthewhitedovewhichpassedfromherlipsastheyopenedtoherlastcryofJesus！wasreportedatthetrialforherRehabilitation（1450—56）。
ONEOFTHATNAME。
TwoarchersofthenameofLang，Lain，orLaingwereintheFrenchserviceabout1507。SeethebookontheScottishGuard，byFatherForbesLeith，S。J。
THYCHURCHUNTOTHEMAIDDENIES。
Theseverseswerewritten，curiouslyenough，thedaybeforetheMaidenwasraisedtotherankof’Venerable，’asteptowardshercanonisation，which，wetrust，willnotbelongdelayed。ItisnoteasyforanyonetounderstandthewholemiracleofthelifeanddeathofJeanned’Arc，andtheabsolutelyunparalleledgrandeurandcharmofhercharacter，withoutstudyingthefullrecordsofbothhertrials，ascollectedandpublishedbyM。Quicherat，fortheSocietedel’HistoiredeFrance。
HOWTHEYHELDTHEBASS。
ThisstoryisversifiedfromtheaccountinMemoirsoftheRev。
JohnBlackader，byAndrewCrichton，MinisteroftheGospel。SecondEdition。Edinburgh，1826。Dunbarwasretainedasaprisoner，whennegotiationsforsurrender，in1691，werebrokenoffbyMiddleton’sreturnwithsupplies。Halyburtonwas，itseems，capturedlater，andonlyescapedhangingbyvirtueofthetermsextortedbyMiddleton。PatrickWalkertellsthetaleofPedenandthegirl。
Wodrow，inhisAnalecta，hasthestoryoftheAngel，orothershiningspiritualpresence，whichisremovedfromitscontextintheballad。ThesufferingsfromweakbeerarequotedinMr。
Blackader’sMemoirs。MitchellwastheundeniablybraveCovenanterwhoshotatSharp，andhittheBishopoftheOrkneys。Hewastortured，and，byanactofperjury（probablyunconscious）onthepartofLauderdale，washanged。Thesentimentsofthepoemaresuchasanoldcavalier，survivingto1743，mightperhapshaveentertained。’WullieWanbeard’isaJacobitenameforthePrinceofOrange，perhapsinventedonlybythepost—Jacobitesentimentoftheearlynineteenthcentury。
BRITANNIA
ROUSSEAU’SDELIGHT。
Thepervenche，orperiwinkle。
ATOAST
OneofthecollegebellsOfSt。Salvator，mentionedbyFerguson，iscalled’KateKennedy’；theheroineisunknown，butBishopKennedyfoundedtheCollege。’KateKennedy’sDay’wasakindofcarnival，probablyasurvivalfromthatfestivity。
THEDISAPPOINTMENT。
AsamatteroffacttheHauntedHouseCommitteeoftheSocietyforPsychicalResearchhaveneversucceededinseeingaghost。