1887] Sonnets. 
Strayed once the sacred Nine, and by whose streams 
The great Pan piped ;—remote and strange it seems 
To find thee here, ’mid grasses rank and long, 
Where, by the hidden brook, serene and strong 
As Autumn’s smile, our clear-eyed Gentian gleams. 
Perchance it was her blue and fringéd eyes 
That lured thee from thy storied home to range, 
And tempted thee to give, in glad exchange 
For such a heaven, thy classic Grecian skies: 
It well may be, since beauty knows no clime, 
And love, immortal, conquers space and time. 
October. 
WITCH-HAZEL, 
What time the dainty darlings of the Spring, 
Summer’s ripe beauties, Autumn’s brilliant train, 
In swift procession trooped o’er hill and plain, 
Thro’ vale and grove, while every bird did sing 
His fitting song ;—we took no note of thee, 
O arch enchantress of stream-haunted woods, 
Waving aloft thy flowerless magic rods, 
And whispering to the winds their mystery ! 
But when the merry carnival is o’er, 
The banners furled, the gay robes laid away, 
Thou shinest forth in marvellous array, 
Charming our thoughts from all that passed before. 
Is it to witch old Winter with thy wiles, 
This burst of golden hair and sun-bright smiles ? 
ly Shaw Forman, 
November. 
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