If she loves the sky so fair, As she answers, Yes or No, Do I love thee? Ask the flower Or the dew, when day is done. John Godfrey Saxe [1816-1887] "O WORLD, BE NOBLER" O WORLD, be nobler, for her sake! If she but knew thee what thou art, What wrongs are borne, what deeds are done In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know'st thou not that her tender heart For pain and very shame would break? O World, be nobler, for her sake! Laurence Binyon [1869 "IN THE DARK, IN THE DEW" IN the dark, in the dew, I am smiling back at you; But you cannot see the smile, And you're thinking all the while How I turn my face from you, In the dark, in the dew. In the dark, in the dew, Nanny In the dark, in the dew, All my heart cries out to you, Sweet indeed, but not too sweet; In the dark, in the dew! 631 Mary Newmarch Prescott [1849-1888] NANNY OH, for an hour when the day is breaking, Oh, how the soul thou has won would woo thee, Oh, for an hour as the day advances, Out where the breeze on the broom-bush dances, Thou would'st but love, and I would woo thee, Oh, for an hour where the sun first found us, Oh, for an hour by night or by day, love, Just as the Heavens and thou might say, love! Far from the stare of the cold-eyed many, Francis Davis [1810-1885] A TRIFLE I KNOW not why, but even to me Perhaps in this the pleasure lies- And so dare fancy that my art Perhaps I love to make my words Or, maybe, they are only sweet Or haply, Lily, when I speak, I think, perchance, they touch thy cheek, Or with a yet more precious bliss, Each reason here I cannot tell- But if she watch when I am by, Henry Timrod [1829-1867] ROMANCE I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me, Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. "Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone" 633 I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, And this shall be for music when no one else is near Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire. Robert Louis Stevenson [1850-1894] "OR EVER THE KNIGHTLY YEARS WERE GONE" OR ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave. I saw, I took, I cast you by, I bent and broke your pride. You loved me well, or I heard them lie, Surely I knew that by and by You cursed your gods and died. And a myriad suns have set and shone To her that had been his Slave. The pride I trampled is now my scathe, The old resentment lasts like death, I break my heart on your hard unfaith, Yet not for an hour do I wish undone When I was a King in Babylon William Ernest Henley [1849-1903] RUS IN URBE POETS are singing the whole world over And filling their hearts with the blackbird's tune. And where the rhymes for our lovely town? "O for the Thames, and its rippling reaches, Give me a dinner at Hampton Court!" "Come for a blow," says a reckless fellow, Come for a row on the silent river; Come to the meadows and learn to love!" Yes, I will come when this wealth is over I'll come when blossoming May has flown. Have dragged the yellow laburnum down, Margaret! am I so wrong to love it, This misty town that your face shines through? A crown of blossom is waved above it; But heart and life of the whirl-'tis you! |