And all my days are trances By what eternal streams. EDGAR ALLAN POE TO HELEN HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicëan barks of yore On desperate seas long wont to roam, EDGAR ALLAN POE IT ANNABEL LEE T was many and many a year ago, That a maiden there lived whom you may know And this maiden she lived with no other thought I was a child, and she was a child In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love— With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven And this was the reason that, long ago, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Yes! that was the reason (as all men know That the wind came out of the cloud by night, But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes And so all the night-tide I lie down by the side EDGAR ALLAN POE AIRLY BEACON 1 AIRLY BEACON, Airly Beacon ; O the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, up to me! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the happy hours we lay Courting through the summer's day! 1 Printed here by permission of Messrs. Macmillan. There grows a flower on every bough; There grows a flower on every bough, From sea to stream the salmon roam; From sea to stream the salmon roam; Young maids must marry. The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride ; They court from morn till eventide : Young maids must marry. CHARLES KINGSLEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE 1 Go from me. Nevermore Yet I feel that I shall stand 1 These are Nos. 6, 7, 14, 28, and 42. Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HE face of all the world is changed, I think, And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. Because thy name moves right in what they say. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IF F thou must love me, let it be for nought "I love her for her smile. her look. her way Of speaking gently, . . . for a trick of thought Be changed, or change for thee,—and love so wrought, |