And in rapturous music it swells
As it kisses the sands of the years.
But the ripples are breaking in foam,—
And the billow has ceased to be!
List! the billow, gone back to its home,
Is tolling down deep in the sea!
BORROWING BRAINS.
“Lend me your brains, lend me your brains,”
Screeched a highwayman goblin ’way down in his throat
As deep as he ever could dig up a note.