A Garden of Girls She sent her voice thro' all the holt A light wind chased her on the wing, As close as might be would he cling But light as any wind that blows, The flower she touch'd on, dipt and rose, And turned to look at her. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. From "The Talking Oak." Nikolina O tell me, little children, have you seen her- Nikolina! swift she turns if any call her, In her little garden many a flower is growing- But the child that stands amid the blossoms gay A Garden Is sweeter, quainter, brighter e'en than they. CELIA THAXTER. f Girls The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Alone she cuts and binds the grain, No nightingale did ever chaunt A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard, Will no one tell me what she sings?- Garden of Girls Or is it some more humble lay, Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang Have with our needles created both one flower But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first, like coats in heraldry Due but to one, and crownéd with one crest. From "A Midsummer Night's Dream." A Garden of Girls Phyllis In petticoat of green, Sat milking her fair flock; 'Mongst that sweet-strained moisture, rare de light, Her hand seemed milk, in milk it was so white. WILLIAM Drummond. So Sweet Is She Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Or have smelt o' the bud of the brier? A Garden of Girls Or have tasted the bag of the bee? Oh, so white! oh, so soft! oh, so sweet, is she! From "The Triumph of Charis.” I Love My Jean Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, There wild woods grow, and rivers row, But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. ROBERT Burns. |