EVELYN HOPE. 285 "Too deep for swift telling; and yet, my one lover, I've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night." By the sycamore passed he, and through the white clover, And all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight, But I'll love him more, more EVELYN HOPE. BROWNING. BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. Little has yet been changed, I think; Sixteen years old when she died! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name It was not her time to love; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim. Duties enough and little cares ; And now was quiet, now astir- And the sweet white brow is all of her. 286 EVELYN HOPE. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? And our paths in the world diverged so wide, No, indeed! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, But the time will come at last it will When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth — in the years long still That body and soul so pure and gay; Why your hair was amber I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's redAnd what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived, I shall say, so much since then, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes; GIVING IN MARRIAGE. 287 Yet one thing — one -in my soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed meAnd I want and find you, Evelyn Hope! What is the issue? let us see! I loved you, Evelyn, all the while; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So hush! I will give you this leaf to keep; See, I shut it inside the sweet, cold hand. There, that is our secret! go to sleep: You will wake, and remember, and understand. GIVING IN MARRIAGE. JEAN INGELOW. From "Songs of Seven." To bear, to nurse, to rear, To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch, and then to lose: This have I done when God drew near 288 GIVING IN MARRIAGE. To hear, to heed, to wed, To hear, to heed, to wed, This while thou didst, I smiled; For now it was not God who said, "Mother, give ME thy child." O fond, O fool and blind, To God I gave with tears; But when a man like grace would find, O fond, O fool and blind : God guards in happier spheres; To hear, to heed, to wed, Fair lot that maidens choose; Thy mother's tenderest words are said, To love and then to lose. YOUTH, THAT PURSUEST. 289 YOUTH, THAT PURSUEST. R. M. MILNES. YOUTH, that pursuest, with such eager pace, Thou pantest on to win a mournful race: Pause and luxuriate on thy sunny plain : Once past, thou never wilt come back again, The hills of manhood wear a noble face The mist of light from which they take their grace, The dark and weary path those cliffs between And how it leads to regions never green, Pause while thou may'st, nor deem that fate thy gain, Which, all too fast, Will drive thee forth from this delicious plain, A man at last. |