"And come he early, come he late,"
She saith, "it will undo me;
The sharp fore-speeded shaft of fate
Already quivers through me.

"When I beheld his red-roan steed,
I knew what aim impelled it.
And that dim scarf of silver brede,
I guessed for whom he held it.
I recked not, while he flaunted by,
Of Love's relentless vi'lence,
Yet o'er me crashed the summer sky,
In thunders of blue silence.

"His hoof-prints crumbled down the dale, But left behind their lava;

What should have been my woman's mail
Grew jellied as guava.

I looked him proud, but 'neath my pride
I felt a boneless tremor;

He was the Beér, I descried,

And I was but the Seemer !

"Ah, how to be what then I seemed,
And bid him seem that is so!
We always tangle threads we dreamed,
And contravene our bliss so,

I see the red-roan steed again!
He looks as something sought he;
Why, hoity-toity! he is fain,
So I'll be cold and haughty!"

Bayard Taylor

AFTER MARY HOWITT

THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE

"WILL whiting

ILL you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,

"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.

See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!

They are waiting on the shingle-will you come and join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will

Will

you join the dance?

won't you,

will you,

won't you, won't

you,

you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it

will be

When they take us up and throw us, with the lobters, out to sea!"

But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance

Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.

Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.

Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied.

"There is another shore, you know, upon the other

side.

The further off from England the nearer is to France

Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

Will

Will

you, won't you, will you, won't you, will
you join the dance?

you, won't you, will you, won't
you join the dance?"

you, won't

Lewis Carroll.

AFTER LONGFELLOW

THE MODERN HIAWATHA

H

E killed the noble Mudjokivis.

Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside.
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside;
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.
That's why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside,
Why he turned them inside outside.

HIGHER

Anonymous.

HE shadows of night were a-comin' down swift,

THE

And the dazzlin' snow lay drift on drift,

As thro' a village a youth did go,

A-carryin' a flag with this motto,

Higher!

O'er a forehead high curled copious hair,
His nose a Roman, complexion fair,

O'er an eagle eye an auburn lash,

And he never stopped shoutin' thro' his moustache !

"Higher!"

He saw thro' the windows as he kept gettin' upper

A number of families sittin' at supper,

But he eyes the slippery rocks very keen

And fled as he cried, and cried while a fleein'

"Higher!"

"Take care there!" said an old woman; " stop!

you

It's blowing gales up there on top-
You'll tumble off on t' other side!"

But the hurryin' stranger loud replied,

Higher!"

"Oh! don't you go up such a shocking night, Come sleep on my lap," said a maiden bright. On his Roman nose a tear-drop come,

But still he remarked, as he upward clomb, "Higher!"

"Look out for the branch of that sycamore-tree!

Dodge rolling stones, if any you see!"

Sayin' which the farmer went home to bed

And the singular voice replied overhead,

"Higher!"