Southern garland . eds They slow^Iy loiter past where keen and thinThe hot light cleaves the ebon shade . . Who leadsThis train of tender youth fresh from the flow^ery meads? Faint haunting winds of silvan sweetness breathe,The dews of morn about their garments cling. And round their shining heads fresh flowers they scatter buds from arks the children move, at times, in slow^ and charmed ring To sacred song—then on again they roam,Ulysses of their band, and clearly sing In ravished harmony: Ah, Springs %hite foam ! Ah, the house of stone, the s^eet earth is yourhom
Southern garland . eds They slow^Iy loiter past where keen and thinThe hot light cleaves the ebon shade . . Who leadsThis train of tender youth fresh from the flow^ery meads? Faint haunting winds of silvan sweetness breathe,The dews of morn about their garments cling. And round their shining heads fresh flowers they scatter buds from arks the children move, at times, in slow^ and charmed ring To sacred song—then on again they roam,Ulysses of their band, and clearly sing In ravished harmony: Ah, Springs %hite foam ! Ah, the house of stone, the s^eet earth is yourhome J ONE MEMORY. They carried you w^hen dead w^ith dirge and tears To virgin tomb within the sacred carved sweet mourning Greek and raying spears Of early dawn: I, too, the bubbling rill,My sheep and ivy crown, left for the still Lone slumber. Love! O ma y we not have metIn after-wakings, and the gurgled trill Of nightingales heard neath the forest net Of moonlight-haunted leaves, but now we do forget I. PERDITA. -W R«S« , „ , . ot Kcsrct. HE sea coast of BohemiaIs pleasant to the view-When singing larks spring from thegrassTo fade into the blue,And all the hawthorn hedges break In wreaths of purest yellow daffodils are out,And roses half in blow. The sea coast of Bohemia Is sad as sad can prince has taen our flower of maids Across the violet sea ;Our Perdita has gone with him. No more we dance the roundUpon the green in joyous play. Or wake the tabors sound. The sea coast of Bohemia Has many wonders seen,The shepherd lass wed with a king, The shepherd with a queen;But such a wonder as my love Was never seen is my joy and sorrow now To love her evermore. The sea coast of Bohemia Is haunted by a lightOf memory of ladys eyes, And fame of gallant knight;The princes seek its charmed strand. But, ah, it was our knellWhen oer the sea our Perdita Went with young Florizel I fl Rose The sea coast of Bohemia ^f RCflfCt. Is not my resting place. For
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