VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 5, Issue 1539, 7 September 1912, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

LYNCHEES. At tfco moon's down-going; let it be ■ .On the quarry hill with its on© gnarled , tree . . . The red-rock road of the underbrush, Where- the' woman came through the summer hush. The sumach high, and the elder thick, Where we found the 'stone and the ragged stick. . The trampled road of the thicket, full Of , footprints down to the quarry pool, Th& rocks that ooze with the huo of lead, Whore wo found her lying stark and dead. . The scraggy wood; the negro hut, With its doors and windows locked and . shut. •• • . '. . • A.secret signal; a foofs rough trampj A..kno«k at 'the door;' a lifted lamp. An oath; a -scuffle; a ring of • masks ; A.-voice ; ,that .answers a voice that asks. A group;of-shadows; the moon's red fleck; A running noose and a man's bared neck. A word, a curse, and a shape, that swings; The lonely night and a bat's black wings . . . ■. At the moon's down-going, let it be ... On-the quairy : hill with its one gnarled • tree.; —Madison Cawein. . ■THE' BURIAL OP THE QUEEN. They' carried; her down with singing, With singing sweet and low, Slowly round jthe curve they came, • • Twenty' torches dropping flame, The'heralds that were bringing her The way we all must go.' J Twas master William Dethick, The Garter King of Arms, Before Kef royal coach did ride. With none to see his Coat'of Pride, For peace was on the country-side, And sleep upon the farms; Peace upon the ted farm, Peace upon the.gray, Poace on the heavy orchard trees, And little white-walled cottages, Peace upon the wayside, And 6le-?p upon, the way. So. master William. Dethick, With forty horse and men, Like'any common man 1 and mean Eode on-before, the Queen, the Queen, And—only a wandering pedlar Could tell the tale again. How, like a cloud of darkness, Between the 1 torches moved Four black steeds.and. a velvet pall Crowned withthe Ciwn i Imperial And—on her shield—the-lilies, .-. , ~ The lilies'that-she . loved. . ; Ah, stained'andfever,stainless, ■ Ah, white as' her ! own hand, White as the wonder'of that brow, Crowned'with''colder lilies now, — White on*, the-velvet-.darkness, • The . lilies of her' land ! ' ■ \ The witch from.'over.the water, The fay from over the' foam, The bride that rode th'ro' Edinbro town With satin shoes and a silken gown, i 'queen, and a great king's Tnus they carried her home.

With , torches and with scutehepng, TTrihorioured and tmsee'n, • With the lilies-of France in. the. wind And the Lion of-, Scotland over her, Darkly; in the dead of night, '. • ' The carried the Queen;, the Queon! ■.-,'" ','.' ' ' •.. ;". —Alfred Noyes. WHEKE MY LO7E-IS. When I was young I often thought • If I set foot upon the road ■ With great strange hills for company And none to watch mo while I strode But some new shiny little moon That nestled to a chill's; dark breast ; At curlew-crying time, out there •;■ Where' alence is, I would find rest. I : ''■ amo uo«i»u . .-i Jjuii i *;/.-• a-.'i.i ( J , My heart still" greets'the'risingmoon In kinship with the pilgrim band : That love?'but little-in.-, the world But some,chance.light from faeryland; ,- Yet though my life'isspent in towns ■ That : 6pit black smoke and'never cease, "No longer do I seek' the road, _ ■ •• for where cay Love is, there is peace. . . ! ■ ' . ■ —Thomas Moult.