THE UGLY PRINCESS. I. My parents bow and lead them forth Ah well! the people might not care II. They little know how I could love, Their mites of rye and oil. III. They little know what dreams have been IV. Now earth to earth in convent walls, To earth in churchyard sod: I was not good enough for man, And so am given to God. A THOUGHT FROM THE RHINE. I HEARD an Eagle crying all alone Above the vineyards through the summer night, Is trenched and walled by busy-handed men, SONNET. THE baby sings not on its mother's breast- Then lips which should but kiss and so be still, Oh stunted thoughts! Oh chill and fettered rhyme! With dance and carol till the eventide, Watching its mother homeward through the glen; Or nightingale, who sitting far apart, Tells to his listening mate within the nest The wonder of his star-entranced heart Till all the wakened woodlands laugh and thrill— Forth all my being bubbles into song, And rings aloft, not smooth, yet clear and strong. |