"FOR THOUGHTS." A PANSY on his breast she laid, Splendid, and dark with Tyrian dyes; "Take it, 'tis like your tender eyes, Deep as the midnight heaven," she said. The rich rose mantling in her cheek, And white as winter stars, intense With steadfast fire, his brilliant face "You give me then a thought, O Sweet!" She crowned his beautiful bowed head LOVE'S CALENDAR, THE Summer comes and the Summer goes; Dear Heart, our lives so happily flow, So lightly we heed the flying hours, We only know Winter is gone-by the flowers, We only know Winter is come-by the snow. -Thomas Bailey Aldrich. 67 THE DIAL OF FLOWERS. 'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, Thus had each moment its own rich hue, In whose colored vase might sleep the dew, To such sweet signs might the time have flow'd In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone. |