I am here at the gate alone ; 

 And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad 

 And the musk of the rose iS blown. 



All night have the roses heard 



The flute, violin, bassoon ; 

 All night has the casement jessamine stir'd 



To the dancers dancing in tune ; 

 Till a silence fell with the waking bird, 



And a hush with the setting moon. 



Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, 

 Come hither, the dances are done. 



In gloss of satin and glimmer 6f pearls, 

 Queen lily and rose in one ;■ 



Shine out, little head, sunning pver with curls. 

 To the flowers, and be their sun. 



Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 



A Little Song 



The sunset in the rosy west 



Burned soft and high : 

 A shore-lark fell like a stone to his nest 



In the waving rye, 



A wind came over the garden beds 



From the dreamy lawn. 

 The pansies nodded their purple heads. 



The poppies began to yawn. 



One pansy said: It is only Sleep, 



Only his gentle breath: 

 But a rose lay strewn in a snowy heap, 



For the rose it was only death. 



Heigho, we've only one life»to live. 

 And only one death to die : 



