ESSAYS IN VERSE.

Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 21, 25 January 1913, Page 15

ESSAYS IN VERSE.

AUTUMN. The 6un is up, the breeze away, Arise, my heart, for it is day ! The autumn's breath is wild and sweet ; Awake, the golden morn to greet. The river flows so swift, so swift, The trees a hundred colours lift Against the wind that- rides so free Acroee the. fields, across the sea ; The ' flying wind from the cold main, That bears all summer in its train! The world is vivid with the dawn. Arise, my heart, the night is gone 1 Oh, listen, listen to my voice ; Awake, beloved, and rejoice ! These hours are lent from winter's hourd Where so much happiness is stored— So hasten, we are misers, too; Do -we not he.cd tho heaven's blue, The shining earth— without alloy — The fullness of our sun-kissed joy ! — Leolyn Louise Everett. N.Y. Life. . SLEEP SONG. Hush the homeless baby's crying, Tender Sleep ! Every folded violet May the outer storm forget; Those wet lids with kisses drying, Through them creep 1 Soothe the soul that lies thought»weary, 1 Murmurou'B Sleep ! , Like a hidden brooklet'g song, Rippling gorgeous woods among, Tinkling .down the mountains dreary, •White and steep. Breathe thy balm upon the lonely, Gentle , Sleep ! As the twilight breezes bless With sweet scents the wilderness, Ah, let warm white dove-wings only Round them sweep ! O'er the" aged- pour thy blessing, , Holy Sleep ! Like a, soft and ripening rain Fallinr on the yellow grain, For the glare) of suns oppressing, Pifeying weep ! O'er tky utill seas met together, Charmed Sleep ! ' Hear them swell a drowsy hymning, • Swahs 'to "silvery musio swimming, Floating; with unruffled feather O'er the deep ! ! .".--, —Lucy Larcom. RETURN. I shall awake upon some Sabbath morn And find myself in England once again ! See the dear places where my soul was ' born, And smile through tears about this dream of pain. " " . . For I believe that beauty -never dies, That, pain alone .is mortal, and the yeaM Bear us on wings beneficent and wise, That joy doth run 'in cycles, like the spheres. The sun that, brought those early days of spring, . And ripened the sweet fruitage of our prime, Shall aure return, and with his coming bring Yet fuller life from soil enriched by turie s For earth is made more fertile- by decay, And naught that once. has lived can pass i iawayT . ■ . „ -J.L.M, Daily Chronicle, , TRUE LOVE. If there be any who can take my placs ' And make you happy whonT.l grieVo to grieve, Think not that' I can grudge it, but - believe'- j -■ I do commend you to that nobler grace, That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face ; Yea, , since your riches make 1 me rich, conceive I too am crowned, while bridal crown* I weave, 'And thread tho bridal dance- with jocund pate. ' ' ' ' For if 1 did not love you, it might be That I should' 1 Mudge you come ono Gear delight?" : ''■ Bilt since tile 'Heart is yours that was mine own, ' ■ Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right, • Your honourable freedom make* me free, And y6u companioned, I am not alone. — Christina Gabriel Rossetti. IRISH COUNTRY S6NG. My young love mid to me, "My parents won't mind, ' , And my brothers won't slight you for your lack of kind." Then she stepped away from me, and this sh» did Bay, ' * "It will not bo long, love, till our marriage day." • Sho went away from mo, and she moved through the fair, , " And fondly I watched her go here and go there ; Then she Went her way homeward,- with ono star awake, As .the B\van in the .evening .moves over .the lake. The people were saying no two were e'er Wed But one had a sorrow that never was said j " - And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear, And that was the last that I naw of my dear. / I dreamt it last night that my young love camtf in,' > ; So Boftly she entered her feet made no din. ' • She came close > beside me, and this she i . did say, < "It will not he long, love, till our mar» riage day"." ■ - ; „ , — Padraio Cblum. Tho Nation. .