14212 O UNKNOWN FRIENDS NE line may, like a friend who knows us well, May drop like tears on our own anguished spot, My verse, perchance, may reach you and restore, A THE MISSAL MISSAL of the first King Francis's reign, How very old it is! you plainly mark << Perhaps three hundred years?" What need be said? It has but lost one shade of crimson dye; Before its death it might have seen that flown: It has not lost one fibre from its heart, Nor seen one jewel from its crown depart; The page still wrinkles where the dew once dried, A sweet but mournful scent is o'er me stealing, Tells of long years o'er that strange herbal sped. 14213 Our bygone things have still some perfume blending, At eve, when faint and sombre grows the air, Seeking an entrance to the book to find; The flower that told his mind. Take comfort, knight, who rode to Pavia's plain Or you, young page, whose heart rose up on high This flower which died beneath some unknown eye A LA CHARPIE SOMBRE night, a starless sky! Jeanne sits, her heart with weeping sore, For soldiers wounded in the war. Her lover to the war is gone; His kiss yet fresh - 'twas but to-day: Her brothers too! She sits alone: They marched with him this morn away. Now booms more closely on her ears Her holy task at last is o'er; Has it not brought her spirit rest? By timid hand is softly pressed. A stranger girl is standing there As heaven, her features pale, her hair And these her words: -"Jeanne, have no fear, My name and all that brings me here- "At home they call me Margaret; I've wandered from the banks of Rhine For him on whom my heart is set: Oh, let me in! Your grief is mine; "By the same fears our hearts are torn; Together we'll our charpie weave: For blood knows naught of colors two; Those grow alike who love and grieve: We'll weep together, I and you!" Leaf by leaf, still nearer drawing, All the honey-dew to gather She holds so nigh: So my heart was yearning wildly 'Twas your slender fingers only Through me thrilled a sudden rapture, What gave joy and pain such meeting? Twelve years only- and a lover! You too, Lady- were you feeling Did there come some thought bewildering With your frock and with your dolly If I praised too soon a poet — Too soon fair, you leant and touched me I at least have ne'er forgotten When we set up house together,— Gems you dreamed of;- I dreamed over Both were older than our years were, We played at the dance and dinner: Said that proper weddings must have You enjoyed it as a pastime,- Told my love aloud, and whispered On your cheek I ventured, dreaming, Play for me has all been over T AU BORD DE L'EAU O SIT and watch the wavelets as they flow, To see the gliding clouds that come and go, If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale, If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale, If the bee sips the honeyed fruit that glistens, If the bird warbles while the forest listens, Beneath the willow where the brook is singing, Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging, To know one only deep o'ermastering passion,- To let the world go worrying in its fashion We only, while around all weary grow, And midst the fickle changes others know, Love-hand in hand. |