HAVE you not heard the poets tell Into this world of ours? She touched a bridge of flowers, those feet So light they did not bend the bells They fell like dew upon the flowers, Hung in the glistening depths of She came and brought delicious May, The swallows built beneath the eaves; Like sunlight in and out the leaves, Bearing the holy Dead to heaven. | The robins went the livelong day; The lily swung its noiseless bell, And o'er the porch the trembling vine Seemed bursting with its veins of How sweetly, softly, twilight fell! Came to this world of ours! O Babie, dainty Babie Bell, How fair she grew from day to day! What woman-nature filled her eyes, What poetry within them lay: Those deep and tender twilight eyes, So full of meaning, pure and bright As if she yet stood in the light Of those oped gates of Paradise. And so we loved her more and more; Ah, never in our hearts before Was love so lovely born. The land beyond the morn. We said, Dear Christ! — Our hearts bent down Like violets after rain. And now the orchards, which were white And red with blossoms when she came, Were rich in autumn's mellow | prime: The clustered apples burnt like flame, The soft-cheeked peaches blushed and fell, The ivory chestnut burst its shell, The grapes hung purpling in the grange: And time wrought just as rich a change In little Babie Bell. Her lissome form more perfect grew, And in her features we could trace, In softened curves, her mother's face! Her angel-nature ripened too. We thought her lovely when she came, But she was holy, saintly now; Around her pale angelic brow We saw a slender ring of flame! God's hand had taken away the seal, She never was a child to us, It came upon us by degrees: And all our hopes were changed to fears, And all our thoughts ran into tears 66 'O, smite us gently, gently, God' Teach us to bend and kiss the roČ And perfect grow through grief." Ah, how we loved her, God can te“· Her heart was folded deep in ours. Our hearts are broken, Babie Bell! At last he came, the messenger, The messenger from unseen lands And what did dainty Babie Bell? She only crossed her little hands, She only looked more meek and fair! We parted back her silken hair: DESTINY. But.. I wonder what day of the week, THREE roses, wan as moonlight and I wonder what month of the year. weighed down Each with its loveliness as with a UNSUNG. As sweet as the breath that goes In slumber, a hundred times I strive, but I strive in vain, RENCONTRE. TOILING across the Mer de Glace What miles of land and sea! My foe, undreamed of, at my side THE FADED VIOLET. WHAT thought is folded in thy leaves! What tender thought, what speechless pain! I hold thy faded lips to mine, I hold thy faded lips to mine, Of something wilted like thy leaves; That found thee when thy dewy mouth Was purpled as with stains of wine — That thou shouldst live when I am dead, When hate is dead, for me, and |