LOVE LIGHTS.

Pretty dreamer, far away,

Where the sheaves are golden,

Listen to a tiny lay

Puck hath late unfolden.

Once a brier loved a rose,

At her feet adoring;

Sweet she glanced from high repose,

Deaf to his imploring.

Came a certain one, yclept

Eros, heaven’s grafter,

Stole a rose-twig, and adept

Fashioned it with laughter—

Fixed it soft with cunning whim

On that hopeless brier,

Till the season saw his stem

Lordly grow, and higher.

Then the maid-rose loved him true,

Wedded to her glory:

Sleep, Mellilla’s eyelids blue;

I have told my story.

B. C.

Printed and Published by W. & R. Chambers, 47 Paternoster Row, London, and 339 High Street, Edinburgh.