The ruddy gold of the sunset heaven, The green of the twilight grove, Are a light to the eye of the wayfarer given, The inspired voice in the poet's dreams, The secrets of Science, genius may buy, They have power to light up the speaking eye, The dearest gift that is given on earth Is the smile of those we love ; But the spirit of man feels a conscious dearth The Soul cannot rest, till it gains that shore, The dreams of Affection and Knowledge and Power Are lost in their endless fruition. W. BELL SCOTT. 1811-1890 BELOW THE OLD HOUSE Beneath those buttressed walls with lichen grey, Beneath the slopes of trees whose flickering shade Darkens the pools by dun green velveted, The stream leaps like a living thing at play, In haste it seems: it cannot, cannot stay! The great boughs changing there from year to year, And the high jackdaw-haunted eaves, still hear The burden of the rivulet-Passing away! And some time certainly that oak no more Will keep the winds in check; his breadth of beam Will go to rib some ship for some far shore; Those coigns and eaves will crumble, while that stream Will still run whispering, whispering night and day, That oversong of Father Time-Passing away! ALFRED DOMETT. 1811-1887 THE NATIVITY It was the calm and silent night! And now was queen of land and sea. Held undisturbed their ancient reign, 'Twas in the calm and silent night! His breast with thoughts of boundless sway; What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, Within that province far away, Went plodding home a weary boor; Fallen through a half-shut stable door Centuries ago! Oh, strange indifference! low and high One that shall thrill the world for ever! Centuries ago! It is the calm and solemn night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw For in that stable lay, new-born, The peaceful Prince of earth and heaven, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago! ROBERT BROWNING. 1812-1889 MY LAST DUCHESS That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands A heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad, |