...' She 1л coining, my owe. my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread. M т heart would hear her anil beat, Were It earth In an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, liad 1 lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, Лиа ЫоЕбот in purple...

...the Illy whispers, ' 1 wait.' Ehe is coming, my own, my swoct ; Were it ever so airy a tread, Uyheart would hear her and beat, Were it earth In an earthy bed ; My dust won I.1 hoar her and bent, Had 1 lain for a century dead ; Would itart and tremble under her feet,...

...rose weeps, 'SlieUlate ; ic larkspur listens, * I hear, I bear ;' And the lily whispers, * I wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever -so airy n tread, My h^art would hear her and beat, \\Vre it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her...

...rejoicing words of the lover. " She is coming, my own, my sweet ¡ Were it ever яо airy a trend, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in...dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And bloesom in purple and red." Wo do not remember a garden scene in poetry that surpasses this for delicacy...

...daffodil skyTo faint in the Hunt of the sun phc loves : To faint in his light, and to die." • ****»*• She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread. My heart would hear tier, and beat, \Verc It earth in an earthy bud. My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a...

...weep.«, " She is lute;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear"; And the lily whispers, " I wait". She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy л tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her...

...with passion, and rings clear and full — " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so »iry a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it...earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and hem, Hud I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feel, And blossom in purple...

...informed with passion and rings clear and full — " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever BO airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dost would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet,...

...and rose, in one ; Shine out little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their Sun. She is coming, my own, my sweet, Were it ever so airy a tread, My henrt would hear her and beat, _ Were it earth in an earthy bed. . гчн т, 8& MISS LOUISA VINNING....

...name like her's that came From heaven in the Revelations. PSYCHE LOVELIT. ' My dust would hear thee and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under thy feet, And blossom in purple and red." — Tennyson's Maud. SHE strewed her bed, where flowers are...