This I learned from the stars,
Dear heart,—
From the Seven Sisters, and Mars,
Apart
In the boundless blue,—
That their light the lingering summer through
Was for you, for you.
This I learned from my life,
Dear heart,
'Mid its storms, and stress, and strife,
Apart,
(God knows it's true!)
That I need to love me my long way through,
Only you, dear, you.
FRANCIS CHARLES MCDONALD. Nassau Literary Monthly.
~Drifting.~
Drifting in our frail canoe
On the dusky, silent stream,
Dearest, see! The sunset-gleam
Fires love's torch for me and you.
Coral clouds and pearly sky,
Flaming in the farthest west,
Softly whisper peace and rest,
Peace and rest that never die.
Let us shun the sable shore,
Frowning at us slipping by.
Let's be happy, you and I,
Drifting, drifting evermore.
H. H. CHAMBERLIN, JR. Harvard Advocate.
~Cloudland.~
Over the hills, at the close of day,
Gazing with listless-seeming eyes,
Margery watches them sail away,
The sunlit clouds of the western skies.