Words. K IND words, that fall as gently on the ear As summer showers on the parchèd leaves : Fond words of love, to maiden hearts as dear As words of comfort to a soul that grieves. Words, soft as moonlight shadows on the snow, Words, gentle as the murmuring of a rill, EXETER COLL., OXFORD. G. B. R. Sweeter too the thoughts that twine At stilly eve. Sweeter memories of home, Cherished still where'er we roam, In the lonely twilight come, At stilly eve. EXETER COLLEGE, OXFORD. W. J. S. Song of a Det. CHE is weaving a net for me, And its meshes are strong and fair: They are knit from a lash of her laughing eye, But why should I care for these? For my heart is as light as the summer breeze, And as cold as the winter sea. She is weaving a net for me, With the charm of a plaintive song, And the charm is there, when the tones have died, But it never shall hold me long: For why should such accents move? Though her voice be as sweet as a whisper of love, VOL. X. M She is weaving a net for me, And they say it must bind me for ever, Yet her smile is as dear to me She is weaving a net for me; But I cling to its meshes now, With the fondest love that my bosom knows, Oh, away with the empty sound! It is life and love to be captive bound, It would be death to be free! EXETER COLL., OXFORD. G. B. R. |