•   ALAS, that my heart is a lute,
      Whereon you have learned to play!
      For a many years it was mute,
      Until one summer’s day
    You took it, and touched it, and made it thrill,
    And it thrills and throbs, and quivers still!

      I had known you, dear, so long!
      Yet my heart did not tell me why
      It should burst one morn into song,...

  • (Suggested by Mr. Watts’s Picture of Love and Death)

    YEA, Love is strong as life; he casts out fear,
    And wrath, and hate, and all our envious foes;
    He stands upon the threshold, quick to close
    The gate of happiness ere should appear
    Death’s dreaded presence—ay, but Death draws near,
    And large and gray the towering outline grows,
    Whose...