...make it sweet." But the brightest gem of the poem is the following invocation of the Voice to Maud : "Come into the garden, Maud, for the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the gaiden, Maud. I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...

...Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. 2. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light...

...Brook," and a few letters, which are new. We quote one of the prettiest things the volume affords : " Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown ; Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone : And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...

...portions of the poem which please us most, eg, the whole of the 21st section (p. 67 et seq.) Thus : — " Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...

...Smelling of musk and of insolence," to which we have already referred. The lines are as follow : — Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine apices are wafted abroad,...

...read her sweet will right) On a blushing mission to me, Saying in odor and color, ' Ah, be XXI. 1. COME into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...

...sweet will right) On a blushing mission to me, Saying in odor and color, 'Ah, be XX. MAUD. XXI. 1. COME into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...

...Maud ; For the bkck bat, Night, has flown : Come into the garden, Maud ; I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. I AM FORGOTTEN NOW. THE autumn leaves are perishing, The winter winds have come To chill the waves...

...was true philosophy ! I learned a lesson from that poor woman which I shall not soon forget. A SONG. COME into the garden, Maud ; For the black bat, Night, has flown : Come into the garden, Maud ; I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...

...ГНЕ GARDEN, MAUD.' CAVATINA. BYTENNYSON AND BALFE. STTNO WITH IMMENSE BSÏECT ВТ ME. SIMS REEVES. Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat night has flown, — Come into the garden, Maud, I'm here at the gate alone : And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,...