TEN THOUSAND POUNDS.
Ten thousand Pounds (a-year), no more
Nor less will suit. A man is poor
Without his horses and his cows,
His city and his country house,
His salmon river and his moor;
And many things unmissed before
Would be desired and swell the score;
But 'tis enough when fate allows
Ten thousand Pounds.
But O, my babies on the floor;
My wife's blithe welcome at the door;
My bread well-earned with sweat of brows;
My garden flowerful, green of boughs;
Friends, books;-I would not change ye for
Ten thousand Pounds.
Cosmo Monkhouse.
ONE OF THESE DAYS.
One of these days, my lady whispereth,
A day made beautiful with summer's breath,
Our feet shall cease from these divided ways,
Our lives shall leave the distance and the haze
And flower together in a mingling wreath.
No pain shall part us then, no grief amaze,
No doubt dissolve the glory of our gaze;
Earth shall be heaven for us twain, she saith,
One of these days.
Ah love, my love! Athwart how many Mays
The old hope lures us with its long delays!
How many winters waste our fainting faith!
I wonder, will it come this side of death,
With any of the old sun in its rays,
One of these days?