They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.
A Fragment.
Bear a lily in thy hand;
Gates of brass cannot withstand
One touch of that magic wand.
Maidenhood.
Closed was the teacher’s task, and with heaven in their hearts and their faces
Up rose the children all, and each bowed him, weeping full sorely,
Downward to kiss that reverend hand.