Poor little diary, with its simple… its good resolves, its “Studied F… “Read Modern History,” “Trimmed… “Darned stockings,” “Tatted,” “Pr… “Went to the daily service,” “Too…

Young laughters, and my music! Ay… The voice can reach no blending mi… ’Tis the bird’s trill because the… And spring means trilling on a blo… ’Tis the spring joy that has no wh…

NAY, tell me not. I will not kno… Because of her my life is bare, A waste where blow-seeds spring an… Then die because the soil is spent… And leave no token they were there…

HARK the sky-lark in the cloud, Hark the cricket in the grass, Trilling blitheness clear and loud… Chirping glee to all who pass. Oh, the merry summer lay!

DEAR love, good-night. And, tend… To make day fair when they unclose… Be hushed around her, Night, and… Thy silent guard on her repose; But speed thine hours.

LOVE is dying. Why then, let it… Trample it down, that it die more… What is a rose that has lost its b… What is a fruit with its freshness… And where is the worth of the twil…

You love me, only me. Do I not kn… If I were gone your life would be… Than his who, hungering on a rocky… Shipwrecked, alone, observes the e… Of hopeless ocean widening forth b…

WHAT is it that is dead? Somewhere there is a grave, and so… Cold in the ground, and stirs not… Nor songs that I can make, nor sm… Nor tenderest foolish words that…

“IS she sitting in the meadow Where the brook leaps to the mill, Leaning low against the poplar, Dreamily and still? Now, with joined hands, grave, now…

SO soon asleep! Now must the comi… Weep ignorantly their loss they ca… And life miss ever what has never… We weep to-day, let theirs be sadd… Who have not seen thee near as we…

WHITE rose sighed in the morn, Red rose laughed in the noon, And ‘Sweetest sweetness is ended… And ‘Never heed for the thorn.’ ‘Love’s hour passes away,’

If I should die this night, (as w… So pain has on my weakness worked… And they should come at morn and l… Lying more white than I am wont,… In the strong silence of unchangin…

ONCE a sea-nymph loved a boy: He and she they loved so well. ‘Oh the foamy billow’s joy! Oh the rippling in the sun! Oh the round waves, one by one, S…

Spring Stornelli. THE RIVULET. OH clear smooth rivulet, creeping… With backward waves that cling aro… And is thy world beyond the dim bl…

The thrush that, yet alone, pipes… Knows she will come in time to bui… Knows she’ll be she his tiny soul… ’Tis love-time at the hawthorn blo… And the new flower-cups bare their…