But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheek'd, To a sweet little Eden on earth that I know, Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine, 'Thither O thither, love, let us go.' 'No, no, no! For in all that exquisite isle, my dear, There is but one bird with a musical throat, And his compass is but of a single note, That it makes one weary to hear.' 'Mock me not! mock me not! love, let us go.' 'No, love, no. For the bud ever breaks into bloom on the tree, 'You THE RINGLET. JOUR ringlets, your ringlets, If you will give me one, but one, To kiss it night and day, Then never chilling touch of Time Will turn it silver-gray; And then shall I know it is all true gold To flame and sparkle and stream as of old,. Till all the comets in heaven are cold, And all her stars decay.' 'Then take it, love, and put it by; This cannot change, nor yet can I.' 2. 'My ringlet, my ringlet, That art so golden-gay, Now never chilling touch of Time And a lad may wink, and a girl may hint, For my doubts and fears were all amiss, O Ringlet, O Ringlet, II. I kiss'd you night and day, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, You still are golden-gay, But Ringlet, O Ringlet, You should be silver-gray: For what is this which now I'm told, I that took you for true gold, She that gave you 's bought and sold, Sold, sold. 2. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, She blush'd a rosy red, When Ringlet, O Ringlet, She clipt you from her head, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, She gave you me, and said, You golden lie. 3. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I count you much to blame, For Ringlet, O Ringlet, You put me much to shame, So Ringlet, O Ringlet, I doom you to the flame. For what is this which now I learn, Burn, you glossy heretic, burn, 426 A WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA. A WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA. SEA MARCH 7, 1863. EA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers! Rush to the roof, sudden rocket, and higher Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice, Roll as a ground-swell dash'd on the strand, Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea O joy to the people, and joy to the throne, Teuton or Celt, or whatever we be, We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, Alexandra! ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION. PLIFT a thousand voices full and sweet, UPLI In this wide hall with earth's invention stored, And praise th' invisible universal Lord, Who lets once more in peace the nations meet, Where Science, Art, and Labor have outpour'd Their myriad horns of plenty at our feet. O silent father of our Kings to be The world-compeiling plan was thine, Steel and gold, and corn and wine, Fabric rough, or Fairy fine, Sunny tokens of the Line, |