AN UNKNOWN POET.

Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 407, 16 January 1909, Page 9

AN UNKNOWN POET.

Mr. Frederic Harrison . reviews in the "Nineteenth Century" the thirty-fivp sonnets of an unknown poet, "the groans of a bereaved husband for the, loss of a beloved wife," which lie holds: to be "of exquisite quality," whose language has "a melody and a purity such, as no living poet can,surpass" ("Thysia: an Elegy.|!, ,George-Bell)-.- Among the'many, citations selected by Mr. Harrison, two may be given here. One is headed ;"The Deserted IIouso"

I watched'within your.silent room onceniore; Without, th 6 dead leaf shivers in the.blafet' Tour broken comb,"your glove are on the floor, • ; The cold.clonds see .thein, and they shudder past, Startled they look upon' the empty bed, : Tho vacant chair, the couch left fiesolatfij .The dying .flowers .that, saw you lying;dead, ; And ine, who bow beneath my sororwJs ■ weight, ' - Who only hear that bell's sad, , "Alone, alone, fo'revermore alone." The other bears, tho titlo VQur Grave'.' Where the bird , warbles earliest, and new light Wakes the first buds of spring; whoro breezes sleep Or sigh with pity half the summer night, . While the pale loving stars look down to weep. There lies our grave; a slender plot of ground 'Tis. all of earth wo own; no, cross; no tree, Nothin" to mark it, but a little mound; there my darling stays'; she waits for me, The lily in her hand; and when I come She will be glad to greet me, and will say, "Your: lily, dearest, gives you welcome home/'' - But.'-oh! dear Lord, I 'hunger with (Way; Tell Lord, shall I have long to wait? Por'l must haste, or she will think ine late. .The. author remains .persistently anonymous. ... ;.