... By RONALD CAMPBELL MACFIE I had been lost and lonely, and the stars Like dust in channel places had been whirled, And even things of beauty had been bars To intern me in a cold material world But through thine eyes into thy soul I went. And through mine eyes thy spirit leapt like flame We touched, we met, were for a moment blent, And the whole Earth discarnate love became. White arms and ...

... TWO LOVES A New Poem. By W. H. Davies I have two loves, and one is dark, The other, fair as may be seen My dark love is Old London Town, My fair love is the Country green. My fair love has a sweeter breath, A clearer face by day and nights So wild with stars that dazzled I See multitudes of other lights. My dark love has her domes, as round As mushrooms in my fair love's meadows: While both my ...

... Smith can draw an eager crowd To hear him air his views On music, art or politics, Or anything you choose. A fascinating fellow, too, In manners though a Goth, He draws the women after him, As candles do the moth. An artist, also, when he likes, Who draws with equal ease An elephant, a bungalow A round of Stilton cheese. The rumour that we envied him Such gifts was but a myth, In fact till ...

... By G. M. Hort I'd like to wander, till my days are done. Quit my house-door, pass through my city's gate, And take the road that round the world doth run The long strong road, so like a stream in spate. It well may he that best things nearest lie, That goodliest fruits in sheltered gardens grow. And wanderers find nought new beneath the sky Still, wandering is the surest way to know II. I d ...

... . By Walter de la Mare. S there anybody there? said the T raveller, Knocking on the moonlit door And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor And a bird flew up -ut of the turret, Above the traveller's head And he smote upon the door again a second time; Is there anybody there? he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; Np head from the leaf-fringed sill ...

... Farewell, my love, the autumn leaves are falling The last pale rose has sighed itself to sleep. Hark that sad bird from yonder coppice calling And calling, while our souls call deep to deep. Since we are parting, love, we shall have pardon, So rest your soul though summer's flowers decay I think yon sad bird sang in Eden's garden When those first lovers wept and went away. Yet they together ...

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... The verses belou) form part of a poem appearing in Thomas Qeorge Shaw, published b Longmans Wine, the Vine, and the Cellar, a volume b\f Qreen Co. in 1 864 and now out of print n re'sn 5 5jjT Of K'ng Philip of Spain, YcL When corpulent monks ruled the roast, fero-j'&s) The stoutest of all, Brother Francis of Gaul, In sherry the whole world wou'd toast. ^j^pow this Franciscan friar Had a ...

... p^yTUOMAS HARJ^ I. Wtf HETHER to sail and see thee gi'r/ of my dreams, Or whether to stay x Anr/ see thee not! How vast the difference seems 0/ Ecc; /rom Any /us/ nouk Eef this same sun shall slant its beams At no far day On our two mounds, and then what will the difference weigh II. Yet I will see thee, maiden dear, and make 1 The most I can Of what remains to us amid this brake Cimmerian ...

... OUR POETS' CORNER A VALENTINE The smi ing earth is waiting At the gateway of the spring, The happy birds are mating In the tree-tops as they sing. The waking world is lending Her voice so pure, so new, To the valentine I'm sending, My lady sweet, to you. The breath of new-born flowers And the lilt of wooing birds, All the verdure of the bowers, I would clothe in tender words That in ong' s ...

... OUR POETS' CORNER ECHOES There's a cry that is borne on the breezes As they murmur and sob on the lea And its echo is heard in the valley The prayers I have prayed for thee. There's a ring of the waves in the twilight As they leap to the arms of the land But 'tis only the echo of something You said or a kiss on my hand. There's a patter of rain on my window Like shingle adown a sea cave But it ...

... I I Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands 'Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands And sees each spring, luxuriant I in her bowers, A snow of blossoms and a wilde of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To gravel walks and unpol- I luted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sunshine and see azure skies Each walk, with robes ...