ON THE CLIFF. 125 He'll think, when I to market went I loitered by the way; He'll think a willing ear I lent to all the lads might say; He'll think some other lover's hand, among my tresses noosed, From the ears where he had placed them my rings of pearl unloosed; He'll think when I was sporting so beside his marble well, He'll say, I am a woman, and we are all the same; I'll tell the truth to Muça—and I hope he will believe— eve; That, musing on my lover when down the sun was gone, And that deep his love lies in my heart, as they lie in the well. Translation of JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART, On the Cliff. EE where the crest of the long promontory, "SEE Decked by October in crimson and brown, "See the small ripples in curving ranks chasing Hands interlocked, o'er a wide meadow floor. "See the low surf where it restlessly tumbles, "Ah lady, how deep is the truth of your teaching! for me. Light run my fancies that once were too sober; All the fair land of the future lies spread Brightly before me in hues of October; Homeward, full laden, my ship turns her head. "Dimly across them falls fate's mystic curtain— Then would the sounds and the sights of to-day Heard when the voice of the singer is dumb; Glow like the great words on pages prophetic, Read when the fingers that wrote them are numb. JAMIE'S ON THE STORMY SEA. "Into the depths of thy dreamy eyes peering, Watching thy lips for some shadowy sign, Trembling in doubt betwixt hoping and fearing, Stands my poor soul and appeals unto thine. Barren as sea-sand is every ambition Pride proves of clay when its feet are revealed; Only affection brings joy's full fruition O love that will triumph! O life that must yield !" 127 EDWIN R. JOHNSON, Jamie's on the Stormy Sea. E RE the twilight bat was flitting, In the sunset, at her knitting, Curfew bells remotely ringing, "Blow, thou west wind, blandly hover To his own dear home and me; For when night-winds rend the willow, How could I but list, but linger And while yet her voice did name me, ANONYMOUS. Go, Forget Me. Go, forget me why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me-and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile-though I shall not be near thee: Sing-though I shall never hear thee: May thy soul with pleasure shine, Lasting as the gloom of mine. Like the sun, thy presence glowing, JEANIE MORRISON. Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, CHARLES WOLFE. Jeanie Morrison. I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west, I' Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule; O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'T was then we twa did part; Sweet time-sad time! twa bairns at scule, 129 |