O columbine, open your folded wrapper, And show me your nest with the young ones in it; I will not steal them away; I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet- Jean Ingelow: born, 1830. Miss Ingelow is a native of Ipswich, Suffolk, and is the author of several volumes of poetry and imaginative tales. Her poems are pure and sweet, in sympathy with human interests and emotions, and keenly appreciative of even the subtlest phenomena of Nature, the feelings they awaken, and the fancies they suggest. THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST. 'So the dreams depart, So the fading phantoms flee, Now must act its part.' WESTWOOD'S Beads from a Rosary. LITTLE ELLIE sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream side, on the grass, She has thrown her bonnet by, 1 cuckoo-pint-the wild arum, 'lords and ladies.' Little Ellie sits alone, Fills the silence like a speech, While she thinks what shall be done,- Little Ellie in her smile That swan's nest among the reeds. 'And the steed shall be red-roan, With an eye that takes the breath. Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death. 'And the steed, it shall be shod And the mane shall swim the wind; Shall flash onward and keep measure, 'But my lover will not prize ‘Then, ay, then-he shall kneel low, Which shall seem to understand- For the world must love and fear him 1 housed in_azure-equipped in trappings of blue: housings are ornamental coverings or saddle-cloths. 'Then he will arise so pale, Nathless,1 maiden brave, "Farewell," "Light to-morrow with to-day." 'Then he'll ride among the hills 'Three times shall a young foot-page Lady, for thy pity's counting! What wilt thou exchange for it?" 'And the first time, I will send 'Then the young foot-page will run- Till he kneeleth at my knee! 1 nathless-nevertheless. 2 i.e., Win a bright future by noble deeds in the present. 3 gage-something (usually a glove) thrown down as token of challenge to combat. In this case the gage would be sent as a trophy, a pledge that the challenge had been accepted and victory obtained. guerdon-reward, 'He will kiss me on the mouth Through the crowd that praise his deeds: Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds.' Little Ellie, with her smile Tied the bonnet, donn'd the shoe, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Ellie went home, sad and slow. With his red-roan steed of steeds, That swan's nest among the reeds! Elizabeth Barrett Browning: 1809-1861. Mrs. Browning's best poems are the grandest ever written by an Englishwoman. She understood the human heart, and all her work appeals directly to it. In her early life Miss Barrett was a devoted student : she learnt many languages, and studied the world's best poetry in its original form. From her seventeenth year till her death she continued to write, and produced many volumes of poetry. In 1846 she was married to Robert Browning (see page 41), and they went to live in Italy. Mrs. Browning died in Florence, where a tablet was erected to her memory by the inhabitants, in recognition of the sympathy her poems had won for them in England. THE WITNESSES. WHEN Eve had led her lord away, To cheat the cunning tempter's art, And so the flowers would watch by day, On hill and prairie, field and lawn, The flowers still watch from reddening dawn Alas! each hour of daylight tells A tale of shame so crushing, That some turn white as sea-bleach'd shells, But when the patient stars look down The traitor's smile, the murderer's frown, They try to shut their saddening eyes, And in the vain endeavour We see them twinkling in the skies, And so they wink for ever. Oliver Wendell Holmes: born, 1809. (See page 100.) CHILDHOOD AND HIS VISITORS. ONCE on a time, when sunny May |