GO, NOR ACQUAINT THE ROSE 



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O, nor acquaint the Rose, 



Nor Beauty's household, with that grief of thine. 



Stand not in wait with those 



Who with their knocking trouble the divine. 



But thou, let Beauty be ; 



Dread distance of her tranced languors keep ; 



If then she follow thee 



When thou art treading noiseless from her sleep. 



Rose then and wafted Rose, 



Like summer past and summer's breath still there, 



Shall render all she owes. 



More than she ever yielded to thy prayer. 



VIVIAN LOCKE ELLIS. 



MALVOLIO 



HOU hast been very tender to the moon, 

 MalvoUo ! and on many a daffodil 

 And many a daisy hast thou yeam'd, until 

 The nether jaw quiver 'd with thy good heart. 

 But tell me now, Malvolio, tell me true. 

 Hast thou not sometimes driven from their play 

 The village children, when they came too near 

 Thy study, if hit ball rais'd shouts around. 

 Or if delusive trap shook off thy muse. 

 Pregnant with wonders for another age ? 

 Hast thou sat still and patient (tho' sore prest 

 Hearthward to stoop and warm thy blue-naU'd hand) 

 Lest thou shouldst frighten from a frosty fare 



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