THE SUN ON THE BOOKCASE (Student's Love-song) ONCE more the cauldron of the sun Yes now the boiling ball is gone. "WHEN I SET OUT FOR LYONNESSE ' WHEN I set out for Lyonnesse, The rime was on the spray, What would bechance at Lyonnesse When I came back from Lyonnesse All marked with mute surmise With magic in my eyes! AT THE WORD "FAREWELL" SHE looked like a bird from a cloud The candles alight in the room The hour itself was a ghost, And it seemed to me then As of chances the chance furthermost I beheld not where all was so fleet That a Plan of the past Which had ruled us from birthtime to meet Was accomplished at last. No prelude did I there perceive To a drama at all, Or foreshadow what fortune might weave From beginnings so small. AT THE WORD FAREWELL 19 But I rose as if quicked by a spur I was bound to obey, And stepped through the casement to her Still alone in the gray. “I am leaving you. As I followed her on Farewell! I said By an alley bare boughs overspread : I soon must be gone!' Even then the scale might have been turned -But crimson one cheek of hers burned DITTY (E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Within walls of weathered stone, From the files of formal houses, Upon that fabric fair "Here is she!" Seems written everywhere Unto me. But to friends and nodding neighbours, Who descry the times as I, Should I lapse to what I was |