V. As if my tender mother laid On my shut lips her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night, and said "Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser f' THE CLAIM. I. GRIEF sate upon a rock and sighed one day, (Sighing is all her rest) 'Wellaway, wellaway, ah wellaway!' As ocean beat the stone, did she her breast, II. A Cloud spake out of heaven, as soft as rain That falls on water, Lo, 'The winds have wandered from me! I remain Alone in the sky-waste, and cannot go To lean my whiteness on the mountain blue III. 'The sun has struck my brain to weary peace, Whereby constrained and pale I spin for him a larger golden fleece Than Jason's, yearning for as full a sail. Sweet Grief, when thou hast sighed to thy mind, Give me a sigh for wind, IV. And let it carry me adown the west.' Lay at Grief's foot, his lifted eyes possessed Love claims his own, And therefore do I lie here night and day, SONG OF THE ROSE. ATTRIBUTED TO SAPPHO. (From Achilles Tatius.) Ir Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth, He would call to the rose and would royally crown it; For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth, Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it: For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers, Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair, Is the lightning of beauty that strikes through the bowers On pale lovers who sit in the glow unaware. Ho, the rose breathes of love! ho, the rose lifts the cup Takes delight in the motion its petals keep up, A DEAD ROSE. I. O ROSE, who dares to name thee ? No longer roseate now, nor soft nor sweet, II. The breeze that used to blow thee Between the hedgerow thorns, and take away An odour up the lane to last all day, If breathing now, unsweetened would forgo thee. III. The sun that used to smite thee, And mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn,— If shining now, with not a hue would light thee. IV. The dew that used to wet thee, And, white first, grow incarnadined because |