~Who Knows?~
If when the day has been sped with laughter,
Mirth and song as the light wind blows,
A sob and a sigh come quickly after—
Who knows?
If eyes that smile till the day's completeness
Droop a little at evening's close,
And tears cloud over their tender sweetness—
Who knows?
If lips that laugh while the sun be shining,
Curved as fair as the leaf of a rose,
Quiver with grief at day's declining—
Who knows?
If the heart that seems to know no aching
While the fair, gold sunlight gleams and glows,
Under the stars be bitterly breaking—
Who knows?
JESSIE V. KERR. Kalends.
~Inconstancy.~
I sighed as the soul of April fled,
And a tear on my cheek
Told of the love I had borne the dead—
And I signed the cross, and bowed my head—
And was sad for a week.
With a carol and catch the May came in
With her wonderful way—
And I saucily chucked her under the chin,
And tuned me the strings of my violin—
And was glad for a day.
FRANCIS CHARLES MCDONALD. Nassau Literary Monthly.