And mellow echoes breathed and fell: "O gay spring woods, I loved you well, Yes! she was there!" O summer woods, I hold you very fair! Your foliaged trees I roamed atween, My head, and thought on what had been, And mournful echoes rose and fell: "O summer woods, I loved you well, When she was there!" O autumn woods, I hold you very fair! The sun had bound his golden zone And bitter, bitter was my moan,— And up the wold, in mournful swell, "O autumn woods, I loved you well, When she was there!" B. N. C., OXFOrd. W. ↑ t t t î î tR 5555555 Only a Dream. D SNLY a dream in the night Of the past and its golden years, That filled my slumber with light, Only the shades returning From the land of the far unseen, And a sweet and a bitter yearning For the golden past that has been. They have vanished into the night, And I would they had never been near, For the vision of vanished delight Made VOL. X. my burden the harder to bear. K And yet they had given release A vision of vanished love With a strange sad holy smile! Music around me falling Too sweet to belong to men, Yet (I know not how) recalling The music that charmed me then. Only a dream of the night! But the Gods could give no more Than a vision of past delight From the shades on the further shore. I could laugh at my present tears, With the roses in bloom on my way. Only a Dream. A fool and a dreamer of dreams Men may call me in cynical pride; But the world in its dreariness seems To hold nothing worth loving beside. And the shadow of bygone days Is worth more than the Present can give― May the Gods give me one gift more, In their mercy to hearts that break : To slay me while sleeping, before The cold-hearted morning awake. : III H. P. H. |