POETS AND POETRY. 251 



Creation wakes from torpid winter's sleep, 



Sending new life through artery and vein; 

 As yet too young, the race grasps not the deep 

 Design of Flora's reign. 



Miss Anna C. Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, but 

 now a resident of Rochester, N. Y. , has written many 

 poems of great purity and sweetness. The only one 

 of them which is at this moment at hand is entitled 

 " The Fountain,' ' from which the succeeding lines are 

 quoted: — 



" Splashing, dashing all the night 

 Trip-a-trip ; 

 With its silvery cadence light 

 Drip-a-drip. 



" Murmuring softly through the day, 

 Mid the whirl ; 

 Sending up its ceaseless spray, 

 Purl-a-purl. 



° Never pausing for a rest 

 On the brink, 

 "When the robins come in quest 

 Of a drink, 



" Wetting little clinging feet 

 With a laugh, 

 While the timid songsters sweet 

 Quaff and quaff." 



Another daughter of Nantucket thus sings of her 

 early home : — 



