XVI
On a Rose for Her Bosom
Go, lovely rose, and tell the lovelier fair
That he which loved her most was never there.
XVII
On the Little God
Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
To-day there deigns to walk with me but one.
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.
It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little son.
XVIII
On a Prophet
Of old ’twas Samuel sought the Lord: to-day
The Lord runs after Samuel—so they say.