SE FAME. EE, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods Have struggled through its binding osier-rods; Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry, Wanting the brickwork promised by and by; How the minute gray lichens, plate o'er plate, Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date! LOVE. O, the year's done with! S' (Love me forever!) All March begun with, June needs must sever! SONG. AY but you, who do not love her, NA Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught, — speak truth, — above her? Aught like this tress, see, and this tress, IN CIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. And this last fairest tress of all So fair, see, ere I let it fall! Because, you spend your lives in praising; To praise, you search the wide world over; So, why not witness, calmly gazing, If earth holds aught― speak truth - above her? Above this tress, and this I touch But cannot praise, I love so much! INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. YOU know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoléon Stood on our storming-day; Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans Let once my army-leader, Lannes, Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: 41 (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace The Marshal's in the market-place, THE BOY AND THE ANGEL. To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!" The Chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. The Chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes : "You 're wounded!" 66 Nay," his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, Sire!" And, his Chief beside, Smiling, the boy fell dead. Said Blaise, the listening monk, "Well done; 43 "As well as if thy voice to-day Were praising God, the Pope's great way. "This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome Praises God from Peter's dome." Said Theocrite, "Would God that I Night passed, day shone, And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway, God said in Heaven, "Nor day nor night Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth, Entered in flesh, the empty cell, Lived there, and played the craftsman well: And morning, evening, noon, and night, And from a boy, to youth he grew: The man matured and fell away And ever o'er the trade he bent, (He did God's will; to him, all one God said, "A praise is in mine ear; |