And thou, deformed, art left all suddenly,
Who, erewhile, wert to thy acquaintance dear.
"This skull is Helen's"—beauteous relic this,
Of her so famed for form and loveliness.
FAIRYLAND.
BY LAURA M. COLVIN.
Sleeps the old woodland through midsummer night!
Its leafy arches, spreading far away,
Are still, and silvered by the pale moonlight,