RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
THE BRIDE OF THE SEA
There are cities high over Orion
That jasper and sardonyx be;
Whose streets it were joy but to lie on,
Whose walls it were bliss but to see;
Many sumptuous cities fair Dian
Beholds over mountain and lea,
But the Bride, ’neath the wings of her Lion,—
Where is one such as she?