DAISY'S DIMPLES. L I. TTLE dimples so sweet and soft, II. Laughing dimples of tender love, Sinile.on my darling's cheek; III. Fain would I hide my kisses there To come and seek them back again In silver hush of night. J. ASHBY-STERRY. GERTRUDE'S GLOVE. LIPS of a kid-skin deftly sewn, A scent as through her garden blown, A glove but lately dofft, for look— Warm from her touch! What gave the glow? It clasp'd the hand, so pure, so sleek, Your fingers four, you little thumb! FREDERICK LOCKER. ANGELICA. AIR is my Love, so fair, I shudder with the sense Of what a light the world would lose Sweet is my Love, so sweet, The leaves that, fold on fold, Swathe up the odours of the rose, Less sweetness hold. True is my Love, so true, Dear is my Love, so dear, My eyes with tears of rapture swim, Spare her, immortals, spare, Till all our days are doneYour heaven is full of angel forms, Mine holds but one. WILLIAM SAWYER. A GARDEN IDYLL. E have loiter'd and laugh'd in the flowery croft, We have met under wintry skies; Her voice is the dearest voice, and soft. Is the light in her wistful eyes; It is sweet in the silent woods, among Gay crowds, or in any place To hear her voice, to gaze on her young For ever may roses divinely blow, And wine-dark pansies charm By the prim box-path where I felt the glow Of her dimpled, trusting arm; And the sweep of her silk as she turn'd and smil'd, A smile as fair as her pearls ; The breeze was in love with the darling child, |