THE FOUR PRINCESSES AT WILNA A PHOTOGRAPH WEET faces, that from pictured casements As from a castle window, looking down On some gay pageant passing through a town, Yourselves the fairest figures in the scene; With what a gentle grace, with what serene Unconsciousness ye wear the triple crown Of youth and beauty and the fair renown Of a great name, that ne'er hath tarnished been! From your soft eyes, so innocent and sweet, Four spirits, sweet and innocent as they, Gaze on the world below, the sky above; Hark! there is some one singing in the street; "Faith, Hope, and Love! these three," he seems to say; "These three; and greatest of the three is Love." HOLIDAYS HE holiest of all holidays are those THE Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The sudden joys that out of darkness start White as the gleam of a receding sail, White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,. White as the whitest lily on a stream, These tender memories are ; a Fairy Tale Of some enchanted land we know not where, But lovely as a landscape in a dream. WAPENTAKE TO ALFRED TENNYSON OET! I come to touch thy lance with mine; POET Not as a knight, who on the listed field Of homage to the mastery, which is thine, Not of the howling dervishes of song, Who craze the brain with their delirious dance, Art thou, O sweet historian of the heart! Therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong, To thee our love and our allegiance, For thy allegiance to the poet's art. XI. O THE BROKEN OAR NCE upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen, |