SABBATIA. 



UPON the margin of a reedy pond, 

 Held in the hollow of low, rounded hills, 

 Where Silence, like a presence, broods and 



thrills, 



i I found Sabbatia. As a lover fond, 

 'y Flying, the mistress of his heart to greet, 

 7^ Forgets the world in reading her sweet 

 if eyes, 



And cries " For me God makes a para- 

 dise ! " 



- So, kneeling, happy, at Sabbatia's feet, 

 Bathed in the sunshine of her rosy smile, 

 I murmured : " 'T was for me she grew so 

 \ fair." 



- For answer, lightly glided here and there 

 ' A blue- winged dragon-fly ; a bird the while 

 Trilled one clear note ; tall rushes 



stirred, and near 



1 caught the glisten of the sun-dew's tear. 

 AUGUST. 



