And far too glad, in the even-glow, To mix with the world he meant to take And out of it his world to make, Some one shall somehow run amuck Still more distinguished, like the games II. 'When I last saw Waring. (How all turned to him who spoke ! You saw Waring? Truth or joke? In land-travel or sea-faring?) 'We were sailing by Triest Where a day or two we harbored: A sunset was in the West, When, looking over the vessel's side, A sudden speck to larboard. And as a sea-duck flies and swims Its great sail on the instant furled, And o'er its thwarts a shrill voice cried, Without one, look you ne'er so big, I turned, and "just those fellows' way," 'In truth, the boy leaned laughing back; Into the weather, cut somehow Her sparkling path beneath our bow, And so went off, as with a bound, Of Waring!' - You? Oh, never star Look East, where whole new thousands are! EVELYN HOPE. BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead! She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Little has yet been changed, I think : The shutters are shut, no light may pass Save two long rays through the hinge's chink. Sixteen years old when she died! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name; It was not her time to love; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire, and dew And, just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told? We were fellow mortals, nought beside? No, indeed! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love : I claim you still, for my own love's sake! Delayed it may be for more lives yet, Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few: Much is to learn, much to forget Ere the time be come for taking you. But the time will come, - at last it will, And your mouth of your own geranium's red And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes; I loved you, Evelyn, all the while! My heart seemed full as it could hold; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So hush, I will give you this leaf to keep: See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. INCIDENT OF THE French CAMP. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, Just as perhaps he mused, 'My plans Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall,' – Out 'twixt the battery smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — |