In emerald, showed each minaret As I came down from Lebanon, As I came down from Lebanon, As I came down from Lebanon. As I came down from Lebanon, RICHARD BURTON (1861-) The City of the Dead They do neither plight nor wed In the city of the dead, In the city where they sleep away the hours; Winter blight and Summer change, And a hundred happy whisperings of flowers; No, they neither wed nor plight, And the day is like the night, For their vision is of other kind than ours. They do neither sing nor sigh In that burg of by and by, Where the streets have grasses growing cool and long; But they rest within their bed, Leaving all their thoughts unsaid, Deeming silence better far than sob or song. No, they neither sigh nor sing, Though the robin be a-wing, Though the leaves of Autumn march a million strong. There is only rest and peace In the City of Surcease From the failings and the wailings 'neath the sun, Beat but gently o'er their biers, Making music to the sleepers every one. There is only peace and rest; But to them it seemeth best, For they lie at peace and know that life is done. LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY (1861-1920) Tryste Noël The Ox he openeth wide the Doore, Now soone from Sleep A Starre shall leap, And soone arrive both King and Hinde: But, the place co'd I but finde! The Ox hath hushed his voyce and bent Around her feet Full Warme and Sweete His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell: But sore am I with Vaine Travel! The Ox is host in Judah stall And Host of more than onelie one, For close she gathereth withal Our Lorde her littel Sonne. Their Gyfte may bring, But wo'd tonight my Teares were There, Between her Bosom and her hayre! Of Joan's Youth I would unto my fair restore A simple thing: The flushing cheek she had before! No more, no more, On our sad shore, The carmine grape, the moth's auroral wing. Ah, say how winds in flooding grass Unmoor the rose; Or guileful ways the salmon pass To sea, disclose; For so, alas, With Love, alas, With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes. ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS (1862-1912) The Rosary The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, Oh memories that bless-and burn! Oh barren gain-and bitter loss! I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn To kiss the cross, Sweetheart, To kiss the cross. HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT (1863-) Hats off! The Flag Goes By Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by. Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great, Days of plenty and years of peace; Stately honor and reverend awe; Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong: Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; The flag is passing by! OLIVER HERFORD (1863-) Child's Natural History GEESE Ex-er-y child who has the use Oh, not at all; but what of that? THE MON-Goos This, children, is the famed Mon-goos. Strange to re-late, this crea-ture takes O Mon-goos, where were you that day, GEORGE SANTAYANA (1863-) "As in the Midst of Battle" As in the midst of battle there is room For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth; The sweet herbs flourish on a little earth: Our grief in idle catches. Such is youth; "What Riches Have You?" What riches have you that you deem me poor, |