RONDEL BY J. KEITH TORBERT I could not boast of anything; The softest breeze that summer blows, An artist, prophet, or a king, I could not boast of anything. And blushes to her cheeks should bring, BY HILDEGARDE ELIZABETH KALB Oh soft blue haze of mystery, What may not wait in thy soft depths? What secrets mayst thou not unfold, The world is wrapped in pensiveness, That hides such witchery. Much hast thou brought in days agone, I long to tread the wid'ning road,— LONGING By W. F. MCCALEB I thought of you the long night long, Of you sang on incessantly. As one who sleeping by the sea Would almost crush my life out!-Then THE MAGNOLIA GRANDIFLORA OF THE SWAMP BY ELIZABETH HOWARD WEST Fragrance of passion and purity's virginal white, Soul of the swamp that arisest in fervor and might Up from the mire and miasma of slow-moving streams, Seeking the clean upper air and the healing sunbeams, Sick of decay and corruption and longing for light, Maugre corruption that soon shall cast o'er thee its blight, BY MRS. W. S. HENDRIX RAISON D'AIMER Why do I love you? Ask me why They'll give it you, but-do you pause? A HINDU LOVE SONG Oh, thou little timid bride, Lead thee blushing to thy lover. Thou art silent, oh my love And thine eyes are cast down in modesty. Truly art thou the Beloved: Draw near and raise the purdahs of those mysterious eyes, Standing unabashed before me. And behold! Thy crimson sari half reveals Thy body fragrant as the odorous flowers That strew our bridal chamber. Oh Beloved! Thy lotus feet are rimmed with the rich red dye, A thousand jewels gleam about thee Encircling neck and forehead And glimmer in those shadowy tresses Like fireflies dancing wantonly among The trembling leaves at Even. Oh Beloved! Like to the perfume on the summer breeze, Like to some vagrant melody, Like to all these thy love indeed is-Oh! Beloved. |