DÎS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS. 1. STOP, let me have the truth of that! Ten years ago when both of us Met on a morning, friends as thus We meet this evening, friends or what?— 2. Did you because I took your arm And sillily smiled, "A mass of brass That sea looks, blazing underneath!" 3. Did you consider "Now makes twice That I have seen her, walked and talked With this poor, pretty, thoughtful thing, Whose worth I weigh: she tries to sing; Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice; 4. "Reads verse and thinks she understands; Loves all, at any rate, that's great, Good, beautiful; but much as we Down at the Bath-house love the sea, Who breathe its salt and bruise its sands: 5. "While... do but follow the fishing-gull That flaps and floats from wave to cave! There's the sea-lover, fair my friend! What then? Be patient, mark and mend! Had you the making of your scull ?" 6. And did you, when we faced the church With spire and sad slate roof, aloof From human fellowship so far, Where a few graveyard crosses are, And garlands for the swallows' perch, |