As she withdrew into the golden cloud, "Yet, mother Ida, hearken ere I die. Fairest - why fairest wife? am I not fair? My love hath told me so a thousand times. Methinks I must be fair, for yesterday, When I past by, a wild and wanton pard, Eyed like the evening star, with playful tail Crouch'd fawning in the weed. Most loving is she. Ah me, my mountain shepherd, that my arms Were wound about thee, and my hot lips prest Close, close to thine in that quick-falling dew Of fruitful kisses, thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Sim'ois. 66 "O mother, hear me yet before I die. They came and cut away my tallest pines, My dark tall pines, that plumed the craggy ledge With narrow moon-lit slips of silver cloud, "O mother, hear me yet before I die. I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd folds, Or the dry thickets, I could meet with her, And cast the golden fruit upon the board, And bred this change; that I might speak my mind, And tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence, hated both of gods and men. "O mother, hear me yet before I die. O happy Heaven, how canst thou see my face? "O mother, hear me yet before I die. Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills, Like footsteps upon wool. I dimly see My far-off doubtful purpose, as a mother Ere it is born; her child! a shudder comes Across me never child be born of me, "O mother, hear me yet before I die. Down into Troy, and ere the stars come forth "THERE CAME THREE QUEENS FROM HEAVEN." By W. W. YOUNG. (Atlantic Monthly, November, 1878.) It so befel that, once upon a time, Before the shepherd Paris, as he roved, Guarding his flocks, upon a slope of Ida, There came three queens from heaven, to contest "Which of us three is fairest - which best worth Then in his hand they placed And first the royal Hera, spouse of Jove, "O Paris, hear me well! Lo, this fair apple is thy golden youth, Which, so thou barter wisely, wins for thee Thy heart's most secret wish. But be thou warned, — And with this gift of gifts I make thee mine." She ceased, and flashed before his dazzled sight Then spake the second, hollow-eyed and pale, "I am Athena, I, And these my attributes among the gods, At his feet she cast A reed, in fashion like a poet's pen, And on the shaft, graven in lines of fire, A word of rapture, "Fame!" But Paris mused, Then third, the last and fairest yet of all, Arose, and stood, a flower amid the flowers; And lo instant as in a dream of sorcery He saw the Grecian Helen floating through The dance of Bacchus, crowned with poppies of the field- Follow," fainter still, still farther, fainter; Till the vision paled, and left him Then through the silence throbbed Yea with a mighty, heart-stirring, strong cry: O Love, take thou my youth!" And thereupon, Whilst yet in air he tossed the golden sphere, Without the light of moon, or any star, Compare "Enone" with "There came Three Queens from Heaven." Tennyson casts the story in the monologue form. Enone tells her woes in strong, passionate, sometimes bitter language. The second poem is a simple narrative, varied by presenting the appeals of the three queens in the first person. The question as to which leaves the more vivid impression on the mind will naturally arise. Discuss the artistic merit of the two poems. IPHIGENIA. THE story of Iphigenia appeals very strongly to our sympathies, whether we read it in prose or poetry. Her martyrdom at Aulis, that the Grecian fleet might |