O, how will my true love come riding to me?
Sing of my lover and tell me my fate,
Will he guard me as fondly as thou dost thy mate?
Dear oriole, sing, while I listen to thee—
When will my true love come riding to me?
CHARLES KEELER,
in Overland Monthly.
SEPTEMBER 11.
LOOKING BACKWARD!
My heart aches, and a poignant yearning pains