John Payne.
THE PAVILION.
In the tent the lamps were bright;
Out beyond the summer night
Thrilled and quivered like a star:
We beneath were left so far.
From the depths of blue profound
Never any sight or sound
Came our loneliness to mar:
We beneath were left so far.
But against the summer sky
Only you stood out and I;
From all other things that are
We beneath were left so far.
A. Mary F. Robinson.
KYRIELLE.
In spring Love came, a welcome guest,
And tarried long at my behest;
Now autumn wanes, the skies are grey
But loyal Love flees not away.
I charmed him with melodious lays
Through long rose-scented summer days;
My songs no more are clear and gay
But loyal Love flees not away.
We plucked and twined the myrtle flowers,
Made joyance in the sylvan bowers;
The blooms have died, wild winds hold sway,
But loyal Love flees not away.