SONG 191 



And in the place two fair streams are, 

 Drawn from the purple hills afar, 

 Drawn down unto the restless sea ; 

 The hills whose flowers ne'er fed the bee, 

 The shore no ship has ever seen, 

 Still beaten by the billows green, 

 Whose murmur comes unceasingly 

 Unto the place for which I cry. 



For which I cry both day and night, 

 For which I let slip all delight, 

 That maketh me both deaf and blind, 

 Careless to win, unskilled to find, 

 And quick to lose what all men seek. 



Yet tottering as I am and weak, 

 Still have I left a little breath 

 To seek within the jaws of death 

 An entrance to that happy place, 

 To seek the unforgotten face 

 Once seen, once kissed, once reft from me 

 Anigh the murmuring of the sea. 



WILLIAM MOKRIS. 



SONG 



(From " With Sa'di in the Garden ") 



ALL in a Garden fair I sate, and spied 

 The Tulips dancing, dancing side by side, 



With scarlet turbans dressed ; 

 All in a Garden green at night I heard 

 The gladsome voice of night's melodious Bird 



Singing that " Love is Best ! " 



