d golden hair,
And feet of lily dye:
And, though these feet were pure from stain,
She turned her to the brook again,
And laved them dreamingly.

Awhile she sat in maiden mood,
And watch'd the shadows in the flood,
Which varied with the stream:
And as each pretty foot she dips,
The ripples ope their crystal lips
In welcome, as 'twould seem.

But reveries are fleeting things,
Which come and go on Fancy's wings,
Now longer, and now shorter:
The Fair One well her day-dream nurst,
But, when the light-blown bubble burst,
She wearied of the water;

Betook her to the spot where yet
Safe tether'd lay her snowy pet,
To roving tastes a martyr:
But something met the damsel's gaze,
Which made her cry in sheer amaze,
"Good gracious! where's my garter?"

Yes! where indeed? the echoes there,
Inquisitive, responded "where?"
And mourn'd the missing fetter:
A something else a little space
Must render duty in its place,
Till banish'd for a better.

The blushing Fair her lamb led home,
Perhaps resolved no more to roam
At peep of day together;
If chance so takes them, it is plain
She will not venture forth again
Without an extra tether.

A fair white stone will mark this morn--
He wears a prize, one lightly worn,
Love's gage (though not intended);
Of course he'll guard it near his heart,
Till suns and even stars depart,
And chivalry has ended.

And knighthood he'll not envy you,
The crosses, stars, and cordons bleus,
Which pride for folly barters;
He'll bear _his_ cross 'mid mundane jars,
His ribbon prize, and thank his stars
He does not crave your garters!

THE PILGRIMS OF PALL MALL

My little Friend, so small and neat,
Whom years ago I used to meet
In Pall Mall daily;
How cheerily you tripp'd away
To work, it might have been to play,
You tripp'd so gaily.

And Time trips too.--This moral means,
You then were midway in the teens
That I was crowning:
We never spoke, but when I smil'd
At morn or eve, I know, dear child,
You were not frowning.

Each morning when we met, I think,
Some sentiment did us two link--
Nor joy, nor sorrow:
And then at eve, experience-taught,
Our hearts fell back upon the thought,--
_We meet to-morrow_!

And you we