Volume Ii Part 124 (1/2)

Where is my own true lover gone, Where are the lips vermilion, The shepherd's crook, the purple shoon?

Why spread that silver pavilion, Why wear that veil of drifting mist?

Ah! thou hast young Endymion, Thou hast the lips that should be kissed!

Oscar Wilde [1856-1900]

”LOVE IS A TERRIBLE THING”

I went out to the farthest meadow, I lay down in the deepest shadow;

And I said unto the earth, ”Hold me,”

And unto the night, ”O enfold me!”

And unto the wind petulantly I cried, ”You know not for you are free!”

And I begged the little leaves to lean Low and together for a safe screen;

Then to the stars I told my tale: ”That is my home-light, there in the vale,

”And O, I know that I shall return, But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern;

”For there is a flame that has blown too near, And there is a name that has grown too dear, And there is a fear”....

And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan, ”The heart in my bosom is not my own!

”O would I were free as the wind on wing; Love is a terrible thing!”

Grace Fallow Norton [1876-

THE BALLAD OF THE ANGEL

”Who is it knocking in the night, That fain would enter in?”

”The ghost of Lost Delight am I, The sin you would not sin, Who comes to look in your two eyes And see what might have been.”

”Oh, long ago and long ago I cast you forth,” he said, ”For that your eyes were all too blue, Your laughing mouth too red, And my torn soul was tangled in The tresses of your head.”

”Now mind you with what bitter words You cast me forth from you?”

”I bade you back to that fair h.e.l.l From whence your breath you drew, And with great blows I broke my heart Lest it might follow too.

”Yea, from the grasp of your white hands I freed my hands that day, And have I not climbed near to G.o.d As these His henchmen may?”

”Ah, man,--ah, man! 'twas my two hands That led you all the way.”