Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, battle-flags were furled

matched with mine, In the parliament of man, the federation of the Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water world.

unto wine

There the common sense of most shall hold a Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. fretful realm in awe,

Ah for some retreat And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in uni. Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life versal law.

began to beat! So I triumphed ere ny passion sweeping through where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, me left me dry,

evil-starred; Left me with a palsied heart, and left me with 1 was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish the jaundiced eye;

uncle's ward. Eye, to which all order festers, all things here or to burst all links of habit, – there to wander

are out of joint. Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on On from island unto island at the gateways of from point to point :

the day,

far away,

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creep- Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and ing nigher,

happy skies, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, slowly dying fire.

knots of Paradise.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing Never comes the trader, never floats an European purpose runs,

flag, And the thoughts of men are widened with the Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings process of the suns.

the trailer from the crag,

What is that to him that reaps not harvest of Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hang; the his youthful joys,

heavy-fruited tree, Vrough the deep heart of existence beat forever Summer isles of Eilen lying in dark purple like a boy's ?

spheres of sea.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers ; and I There, methinks, would be enjoyment more than linger on the shore,

in this march of mind And the individual withers, and the world is in the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts more and more.

that shake mankind.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he There the passions, cramped no longer, shall bears a laden breast,

have scope and breathing-space ; Full of sad experience moving toward the still. I will take some savage woman, she shall rear ness of his rest.

my dusky race.

Hark! my merry comrades call me, sounding on Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, the bugle horn,

and they shall run, They to whom my foolish passion were a target Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their for their scorn ;

lances in the sun,

Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the mouldered string ?

rainbows of the brooks, I am shamed through all my nature to have loved Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable so slight a thing

books

Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! woman's Fool, again the dream, the fancy ! but I know pleasure, woman's pain

my words are wild, Nature made then blinder notions bounded in But I count the gray barbarian lower than the a shallower brain ;

('hristian child.

I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our For his, too, somewhat. Let him stand unblameil; glorious gains,

None
say,

he gave me less than honor claimed, Like a beast. with lower pleasures, like a beast Except - --one trifle scarcely worth being named with lower pains !

The heart. That's gone. The corrupt dead might Mated with a squalid savage,

what to me were

be sun or clime?

As easily raised up, breathing, — fair to see, I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files. As he could bring his whole heart back to me. of time,

I never sought him in coquettish sport, I, that rather held it better men should perish Or courted him as silly maidens court, one by one,

And wonder when the longed-for prize falls short Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon !

I only loved him, any woman would :

But shut my love up till he came and sued, Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, Then poured it o'er his dry life like a flood.

forward let us range ; Let the great world spin forever down the ring. I was so happy I could make him blest ! ing grooves of change.

So happy that I was his first and best,

As he mine, — when he took me to his breast. Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day:

Ah me! if only then he had been true!
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of If for one little year, a month or two,
Cathay.
He had given me love for love, as was my

due ! Mother-age, (for mine I knew not,) help me as Or had he told me, ere the deed was done, when life begun,

He only raised me to his heart's dear throne Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the Poor substitute – because the queen was gone ! lightnings, weigh the sun,

0, had he whispered, when his sweetest kiss 0, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath Was warm upon my mouth in fancied bliss, not set ;

He had kissed another woman even as this, Ancient founts of inspiration well through all my fancy yet.

It were less bitter! Sometimes I could weep

To be thus cheated, like a child asleep ;Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Were not my anguish far too dry and deep.

Locksley Hall : Now for me the woods may wither, now for me So I built my house upon another's ground; the roof-tree fall.

Mocked with a heart just caught at the rebound,

A cankered thing that looked so firm and sound. Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over heath and holt,

And when that heart grew colder, - colder still, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a I, ignorant, tried all duties to fulfil

, thunderbolt.

Blaming my foolish pain, exacting will,

I go.

ALFRED TEXNYSON.

Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or All, - anything but him. It was to be fire or snow ;

The full draught others drink up carelessly For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and Was made this bitter Tantalus-cup for me.

I say again, -- he gives me all I claimed,

I and my children never shall be shamed :
ONLY A WOMAN.

He is a just man, — he will live unblamed.

Only -- () God, O God, to cry for bread,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,

And get a stone! Daily to lay my head
As grass grows taller round a stone.

Upon a bosom where the old love's dead !

"She loves with love that cannot tire :

And if, al, woe! she loves alone,

COVENTRY PAIMORE.

So, the truth's out. I'll grasp it like a snake,
It will not slay me.

My heart shall not break
Awhile, if only for the children's sake.

Dearl ? – Fool! It never lived. It only stirred Galvanic, like an hour-cold corpse. None heard : So let me bury it without a word.