The Light of Love.

HE is not fair to outward view,
as many maidens be:

Her loveliness I never knew
until she smiled on me :

oh, then I saw her eye was bright,
a well of love, a spring of light.
But now her looks are coy and cold,
to mine they ne'er reply;
and yet I cease not to behold

the love-light in her eye:

her very frowns are better far

than smiles of other maidens are.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE.

Perfect Day.

GIFT of God! O perfect day!

wherein shall no man work but play;
wherein it is enough for me

not to be doing but to be.

through every fibre of my brain,

through every nerve and every vein
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
of life that almost seems too much.
While over me unrolls on high
the splendid scenery of the sky,
where through a sapphire sea the sun
sails like a golden galleon,

towards yonder cloudland in the West
towards yonder islands of the blest,
whose steep sierra far uplifts

its craggy summit white with drifts.

LONGFELLOW.

Καλλιβλέφαρον φάος.

ULCHRA parum forma est: certe formosior illa conspicitur nivei multa puella chori: molle mihi donec furtim subrisit ocello, virginis illecebrae me latuere meae. tum veluti plenus fons lumine, plenus amore, sidereus gemino fulsit ab orbe nitor. nunc tua mutati cerno fastidia vultus: dedidicit nobis iste referre vices.

ast ego non potero vultum satiare videndo quantus sidereis orbibus insit amor. contrahe tu frontem : subrideat altera virgo: alterius risu frons magis ista placet.

R. S.

Perfecta Dies.

SINE labe dies, divino munere nata,
otia quæ misso grata labore facis,

te peragente viam non res agitabimus ullas: da, precor, o tantum vivere, cuncta dabis. nulla etenim cessat mihi fibra micare cerebri, venaque cum nervo consona quæque suo: vita mihi talis magico per corpora tactu pervolat et totum vix toleranda quatit. explicat interea scenam polus ecce supernam, sol ubi caeruleum carpere pergit iter; sol ubi caeruleo puppis velut aurea ponto pandit ad Hesperias carbasa plena plagas. nonne vides? Qua multa animis natat insula sanctis seposita, hic portus ardet inire suos:

qua procul incani praerupta cacumina montes velati nivibus stantque micantque suis.

T. M.

Listen and save.

ABRINA fair,

listen where thou art sitting

under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, in twisted braids of lilies knitting the loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; listen, for dear honour's sake, goddess of the silver lake; Listen and save.

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Rise, rise and heave thy rosy head from thy coral-paven bed,

and bridle in thy headlong wave

till thou our summons answered have: listen and save.

MILTON.

Audi casta Puellas.

ABRINA, nostras rite memor preces
audi sub imo gurgite, qva sedes
regina pellucentis undae et
in vitreo thalami recessu

iam liliorum flore recentium
nexo fluentes undique comprimis
crines, et electro nitentis
luxuriam religas capilli.

Argentei te fluminis incolam
nos invocamus. Supplicibus tuis
succurre, si castas tueri

cura tibi superest puellas. Quid te morantem detinet? Ilicet antro relicto, purpureis ubi

fulget pavimentum lapillis,

nympha potens, roseos precamur

exserta vultus aequore prodeas
tutela praesens; sed rabiem prius
fraena reluctantis fluenti et
praecipites, tua regna, fluctus.

C. T. N.