VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1569, 12 October 1912, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Jrt%EN THAT I LOVED A MAIDEN. | When that I loved a maiden, \ My heaven was in her ey*s, , . } And when, they bent above me, • I knew no deeper skies, But when her heart forsook me, . My spirit broke its bars, ' For grief beyond the 'sunset. And lovo beyond the stars. When that I loved a maiden, She seemed the world to mej • Now is my 6oul the universe, My dream the sky and sea. There is no heaven above me, No glory binds or bars Mv. grief beyond the sunset, My love beyond the stars. When that I loved a maiden, I worshipped where sho trod,' But when she clove my heart, the cleft Set free the imprisoned god. Then I was king, of all the world, My. 60ul had burst its bars. For grief beyond the sunset, And love beyond the stars. —Alfred Noyes, LAMPS. | Immense and silent night, t Over the darkling downs I go, | And the deep gloom is pricked with } poiWs of -light j Above, around me and below, canliot break the bars Of Fate; nor, if I scan the sky, j'Comes there to me, questioning those cold stars, \ ' Any new signal or reply, Set—are they less than these, .Thesß village, lights that I do scan 'Below me; or, far out on darkling seas, Those twinkling messages from man? Bound me the darkness rolls! , -Out of the depth each lanco of light Shoots from lost windows, thrills from living souls. .' And—shall I doubt that starrier height? j No. signal? No reply? 1 As o'er the Hills 6f Time I roam, Hope opens her warm casements in the sky,. ' And lights the heavenly lamps of home. —Alfred Noyes, BY TERLING BROOK; little Brook, I love to think As I stand upon thy brink Or I move amongst the shadows Of the trees that net thy meadows 1 In a dappled glory, spun - , By the fire-drops of the sun, i That the dulcet song I hear .. Doth not need my casual ear . I For its harmonies to live ' lii,a joy imperative, Master of itself, and lord Of its every watery word, • ' ■ For they tell me. Brook, no sound FJoateth in thei air around; • And in strange books I have Tead TJiat yon sound is in my head! Gods! A Brook without a song? Nay, I'll ne'er believe such wrong I Never shall I so malign thee, Nor to muteness thus consign thee, Waiting for a mortal's whim To be present at thy brim E'er the power to thee bo given, So to charm a 6oul to Heaven! Then, Clear Spirit, give me leave . Joying with thee, to believe ■ . That,. despite what sages say, Thou wouldst sing, when I'm away, And there's none to hear thy treble Trilling over earth and pebble, ' . - Npr a single beast or bird— '■■./ . Thou wouldst croon so, quite unheard In just such a winsome measure; : /Laughing at thy. liquid leasurc,. ■ ..Charming to .confess, tSp ft finer-.Kumbleness!- ; ■ :■■■ -E.C.T. * DISILLUSIONED. j Doth Myrrha seem so cold?. .Tet" virgin ;. 1 she • • •■...: Disclosed unto the evening her full soul,

Telling her tale unto the violets, Her history to the lilies, whilo the sun Of passion glimmered to a gloomy tosc. Thinking to clasp a God her arms eu- - wrapped . Merely a solemn statue without life. Faultless, approved, a stiff unmeaning form, • . • That which he .seemed, dreaming she made him seem. The dream is dead, the hollow form remains. . Frail-flaming June, to what a bareness fallen. None now can matter. After him she found So little, whom she cherished as'so great. One leaD her.being made, and missed the leap, ■ .•'■■■. Now roust sho crawl her way for evermore. —Stephen Phillips.