"Please, Sir," the Undergraduates said, Turning a little blue, "We did not know that was the sort Of thing we had to do." "We thank you much," the Vulture said; "Send up another two." Two more came up, and then two more, and more, And some looked upwards at the roof, "I weep for you," the Vulture said; "I deeply sympathize!" With sobs and tears he gave D's of the largest size, them all While at the Husbandman he winked "I think," observed the Husbandman, The Vulture said with much disgust, "Now, Undergraduates," he cried, But answer came there none; A. C. Hilton. AFTER A. C. SWINBURNE ACK and Jille JAC GILLIAN I have made me an end of the moods of maidens, I have loosed me, and leapt from the links of love; From the kiss that cloys and desire that deadens, The woes that madden, the words that move. In the dim last days of a spent September, Went up a hylle Where the strong fell faints in the lazy levels day; With pale lips parted, and sighs that shiver, We left the levels, we left the river, And turned us and toiled to the air above. To fetch a paile of water, By the sad sweet springs that have salved our sorrow, The fates that haunt us, the grief that grips Where we walk not to-day nor shall walk not to-morrow The wells of Lethe for wearied lips. With souls nor shaken with tears nor laughter, pray, We bowed us and bent to the white well water, We dipped and we drank it and bore away. Jack felle downe The low light trembled on languid lashes, Our love flashed fierce from its fading ashes, But that our lives in delight should be Was it yours, or my fault, or fate's, that in it And brake his crowne, and Jille came tumblynge after. Our linked hands loosened and lapsed in sunder, Love from our limbs as a shift was shed, I have set you free, and I stand forgiven ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN A Y, 't was here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor reply to my tenderest talk, "She had heard all that nonsense before." She'd the brooch I had bought And the necklace and sash on, Was alive to my passion; And she'd done up her hair in the style that the Empress had brought into fashion. I had been to the play With my pearl of a Peri She declared she was weary, That "the place was so crowded and hot, and she could n't abide that Dundreary." Then I thought, "'T is for me That she whines and she whimpers !" And it soothed me to see Those sensational simpers, And I said, "This is scrumptious," a phrase I had learned from the Devonshire shrimpers. And I vowed, "'T will be said When the topers are mellow, When the foam of the bird-cake is white and the fierce orange-blossoms are yellow!" Oh, that languishing yawn! I was drunk with the dawn I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a tempest of sighs. And I whispered, "'Tis time! While thou waitest and weepest? Let us settle it, License or Banns?though un doubtedly Banns are the cheapest." "Ah, my Hero!" said I, "Let me be thy Leander!" But I lost her reply Something ending with "gander" — For the omnibus rattled so loud that no mortal could quite understand her. [ 271 ] Lewis Carroll. |