MAIA ILLUSION works impenetrable, By man who thirsts to be deceived. ILLUSIONS like the tints of pearl, That mend her beauty to the eye. THE cold gray down upon the quinces lieth And the poor spinners weave their webs thereon To share the sunshine that so spicy is. SAMSON stark, at Dagon's knee, BUT Nature whistled with all her winds, LIFE A TRAIN of gay and clouded days No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low, For God hath writ all dooms magnificent, So guilt not traverses his tender will. AROUND the man who seeks a noble end, Not angels but divinities attend.' FROM high to higher forces The gods upon their spheres. THIS shining moment is an edifice Which the Omnipotent cannot rebuild. ROOMY Eternity Casts her schemes rarely, And an æon allows For each quality and part Of the multitudinous And many-chambered heart. THE beggar begs by God's command, In the chamber, on the stairs, Go and come SUCH another peerless queen EASY to match what others do, Perform the feat as well as they ; The school decays, the learning spoils Because of the sons of wine; How snatch the stripling from their toils? — Yet can one ray of truth divine The blaze of revellers' feasts outshine. - Of all wit's uses the main one THE tongue is prone to lose the way, SHE walked in flowers around my field FRIENDS to me are frozen wine; I wait the sun on them should shine.' You shall not love me for what daily spends; To and fro the Genius flies, A light which plays and hovers And dips sometimes as low as to her eyes. Fault and folly are not mine; He scatters wide and wild its lustres here.' |