Part 6 (1/2)

Afar from me and there with thee, Ah! could I journey there with thee, Across the sea of starry light; But nay, 'tis thine own journey's sea-- Good night, olden Morn 's triton horn Is heralding thy hoht, I'll ood night, good night

MY SOUTH

Of the languorous South with her wine-stained

Ah! see where she stands, racious air, Where her lovers cling

Will she play me false for the promised waltz, In that easiest way of hers?

Ah see! she is fair as the rose in her hair, And the sweet love drips frohtly resist for the promised tryst With a s with a sweetness beguiling All sorrow to laughter till it dances thereafter In a golden maze

Alas! alack-a-day! she dances away!

Haphazard her favor confers

Ah! see where she dances, and her sunlit glances All scattered apart! But I store in my heart A smile of hers

TO LLOYD MIFFLIN

A Poet

And thou hast oped the ery

Or piercing free thine arts reality, Hast found uncarven Gods, as richly wraught; Such tints of soul, such s dearest phantasy; Such fair illusive forht

Till to thine eyes, a radiant cosht from pole to pole, Of Godly folk at play on flowry meads, And one fair forolden mist one fancy threads: It is the God of Gods, thy pristine soul

KEATS

Thou golden fragates of morn, And left enraptured Beauty half forlorn And half entranced Still for thy vanished gleaent streaht by strea beaht Beauty's jeweled anade ie heart, orlds had been created!

A POET

As one, who gath'ring flowers in a dream, Hath found a vanished passion all in blooloom Of olden time, but casts it on a streah at circles sweeping on to dooland found thee Thus her silly deem!