THE GALAXY.
VOL. XXIII.—JUNE, 1877.—No. 6.
SPRING LONGING.
What art thou doing here, O Imagination? Go away, I entreat thee by the gods, as thou didst come, for I want thee not. But thou art come according to thy old fashion. I am not angry with thee—only go away.—Marcus Antoninus.
L ilac hazes veil the skies.
Languid sighs
Breathes the mild, caressing air.