REDEEM YE TIME 



House Fantastic 



Stood the house where I was born 



In a garden grown of old, 

 Where the heavy-scented flowers 

 Lay in wait to trap the hours, 

 Snare the days in books and bowers 

 And the moons in mazes fold. 



ARTHUR EDWARD WAITE. 



A Book of Mystery and Vision. 



In Springtime 



My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush 



and the peach, 

 And the koil sings above it, in the siris by 



the well; 



From the creeper-covered trellis comes the squir- 

 rel's chattering speech, 



And the blue-jay screams and flutters where 

 the cherry sat-bhai dwell. 



But the rose has lost its fragrance, and the koil's 



note is strange; 



I am sick of endless sunshine, sick of blossom- 

 burdened bough. 



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