Come, he has fled; you are not you,

And I no more am I;
Delight is changeful as the hue

Of heaven, that is no longer blue
In yonder sunset sky.

ELLE.
Nay, if we seek we shall not find,

If we knock none openeth;
Nay, see, the sunset fades behind

The mountains, and the cold night wind
Blows from the house of Death.

A NATIVITY OF SANDRO BOTTICELLI.
'WROUGHT in the troublous times of Italy

By Sandro Botticelli,' when for fear
Of that last judgment, and last day drawn near

To end all labour and all revelry,
He worked and prayed in silence; this is she

That by the holy cradle sees the bier,
And in spice gifts the hyssop on the spear,

And out of Bethlehem, Gethsemane.
Between the gold sky and the green o'er head,

The twelve great shining angels, garlanded,
Marvel upon this face, wherein combine

The mother's love that shone on all of us,
And maidenrapture that makes luminous

The brows of Margaret and Catherine.
SONGS AND SONNETS

TWO HOMES.
[To a young English lady in the Hospital of the Wounded at

Carlsruhe. Sept. 1870.]
WHAT does the dim gaze of the dying find

To waken dream or memory, seeing you?
In your sweet eyes what other eyes are blue,

And in your hair what gold hair on the wind
Floats of the days gone almost out of mind?

In deep green valleys of the Fatherland
He may remember girls with locks like thine;

May dream how, where the waiting angels stand,
Some lost love's eyes are dim before they shine

With welcome: - so past homes, or homes to be,
He sees a moment, ere, a moment blind,

He crosses Death's inhospitable sea,
And with brief passage of those barren lands

Comes to the home that is not made with hands.
SUMMER'S ENDING.

THE flags below the shadowy fern
Shine like spears between sun and sea,

The tide and the summer begin to turn,
And ah, for hearts, for hearts that yearn,

For fires of autumn that catch and burn,
For love gone out between thee and me.

The wind is up, and the weather broken,
Blue seas, blue eyes, are grieved and grey,

Listen, the word that the wind has spoken,
Listen, the sound of the sea, - a token

That summer's over, and troths are broken, -
That loves depart as the hours decay.

A love has passed to the loves passed over,
A month has fled to the months gone by;

And none may follow, and none recover
July and June, and never a lover

May stay the wings of the Loves that hover,
As fleet as the light in a sunset sky.

NIGHTINGALE WEATHER.
['Serai-je nonnette, oui ou non?

Serai-je nonnette? je crois que non.
Derriere chez mon pere

Il est un bois taillis,
Le rossignol y chante

Et le jour et le nuit.
Il chaste pour les filles

Qui n'ont pas d'ami;
Il ne chante pas pour moi,

J'en ai un, Dieu merci.' - OLD FRENCH.]
I'LL never be a nun, I trow,

While apple bloom is white as snow,
But far more fair to see;

I'll never wear nun's black and white
While nightingales make sweet the night

Within the apple tree.
Ah, listen! 'tis the nightingale,

And in the wood he makes his wail,
Within the apple tree;

He singeth of the sore distress
Of many ladies loverless;

Thank God, no song for me.
For when the broad May moon is low,

A gold fruit seen where blossoms blow
In the boughs of the apple tree,

A step I know is at the gate;
Ah love, but it is long to wait

Until night's noon bring thee!
Between lark's song and nightingale's

A silent space, while dawning pales,
The birds leave still and free

For words and kisses musical,
For silence and for sighs that fall

In the dawn, 'twixt him and me.
LOVE AND WISDOM.

['When last we gathered roses in the garden
I found my wits, but truly you lost yours.'

THE BROKEN HEART.]
JULY, and June brought flowers and love

To you, but I would none thereof,
Whose heart kept all through summer time

A flower of frost and winter rime.
Yours was true wisdom - was it not? -

Even love; but I had clean forgot,
Till seasons of the falling leaf,

All loves, but one that turned to grief.
At length at touch of autumn tide,

When roses fell, and summer died,
All in a dawning deep with dew,

Love flew to me, love fled from you.
The roses drooped their weary heads,

I spoke among the garden beds;
You would not hear, you could not know,

Summer and love seemed long ago,
As far, as faint, as dim a dream,

As to the dead this world may seem.
Ah sweet, in winter's miseries,

Perchance you may remember this,
How wisdom was not justified

In summer time or autumn-tide,
Though for this once below the sun,

Wisdom and love were made at one;
But love was bitter-bought enough,

And wisdom light of wing as love.
GOOD-BYE.

KISS me, and say good-bye;
Good-bye, there is no word to say but this,

Nor any lips left for my lips to kiss,
Nor any tears to shed, when these tears dry;

Kiss me, and say, good-bye.
Farewell, be glad, forget;

There is no need to say 'forget,' I know,
For youth is youth, and time will have it so,

And though your lips are pale, and your eyes wet,
Farewell, you must forget.

You shall bring home your sheaves,
Many, and heavy, and with blossoms twined

Of memories that go not out of mind;
Let this one sheaf be twined with poppy leaves

When you bring home your sheaves.
In garnered loves of thine,

The ripe good fruit of many hearts and years,
Somewhere let this lie, grey and salt with tears;

It grew too near the sea wind, and the brine
Of life, this love of mine.

This sheaf was spoiled in spring,
And over-long was green, and early sere,

And never gathered gold in the late year
From autumn suns, and moons of harvesting,

But failed in frosts of spring.
Yet was it thine my sweet,

This love, though weak as young corn withered,
Whereof no man may gather and make bread;

Thine, though it never knew the summer heat;
Forget not quite, my sweet.

AN OLD PRAYER.
[Greek text which cannot be reproduced

ODYSSEY, xiii. 59.]
MY prayer an old prayer borroweth,

Of ancient love and memory -
'Do thou farewell, till Eld and Death,

That come to all men, come to thee.'
Gently as winter's early breath,

Scarce felt, what time the swallows flee,
To lands whereof NO MAN KNOWETH

Of summer, over land and sea;
So with thy soul may summer be,

Even as the ancient singer saith,
'Do thou farewell, till Eld and Death,

That come to all men, come to thee.'
LOVE'S MIRACLE.

WITH other helpless folk about the gate,
The gate called Beautiful, with weary eyes

That take no pleasure in the summer skies,
Nor all things that are fairest, does she wait;

So bleak a time, so sad a changeless fate
Makes her with dull experience early wise,

And in the dawning and the sunset, sighs
That all hath been, and shall be, desolate.

Ah, if Love come not soon, and bid her live,
And know herself the fairest of fair things,

Ah, if he have no healing gift to give,
Warm from his breast, and holy from his wings,

Or if at least Love's shadow in passing by
Touch not and heal her, surely she must die.

DREAMS.
HE spake not truth, however wise, who said

That happy, and that hapless men in sleep
Have equal fortune, fallen from care as deep

As countless, careless, races of the dead.
Not so, for alien paths of dreams we tread,

And one beholds the faces that he sighs
In vain to bring before his daylit eyes,

And waking, he remembers on his bed;
And one with fainting heart and feeble hand

Fights a dim battle in a doubtful land,
Where strength and courage were of no avail;

• sunset [´sʌnset] n.日落；晚霞 (初中英语单词)
• cradle [´kreidl] n.摇篮；发源地 (初中英语单词)
• maiden [´meidn] n.少女 a.未婚的 (初中英语单词)
• waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
• welcome [´welkəm] a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词)
• barren [´bærən] a.贫瘠的；不生育的 (初中英语单词)
• wisdom [´wizdəm] n.智慧，聪明，才智 (初中英语单词)
• farewell [feə´wel] int.再见 n.&a.告别 (初中英语单词)
• singer [´siŋə] n.歌手，演唱者 (初中英语单词)
• helpless [´helpləs] a.无助的，无依靠的 (初中英语单词)
• careless [´keəlis] a.粗心的；草率的 (初中英语单词)
• feeble [´fi:bəl] a.虚弱的，无力的 (初中英语单词)
• wherein [weər´in] ad.那里面 (高中英语单词)
• rapture [´ræptʃə] n.着迷；全神贯注 (高中英语单词)
• seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
• shadowy [´ʃædəui] a.有阴影的；模糊的 (高中英语单词)
• countless [´kauntlis] a.无数的 (高中英语单词)
• doubtful [´dautful] a.怀疑的，可疑的 (高中英语单词)
• chaste [tʃeist] a.贞洁的；高雅的 (英语四级单词)
• whereof [weər´ɔv] ad.关于什么；关于那事 (英语四级单词)
• hapless [´hæpləs] a.不幸的；倒楣的 (英语六级单词)