199
Snowed Under 200
Platonic 201
What We Need 203
"Leudemann's-on-the-River" 204
In the Long Run 206
Plea to Science 207
Love's Burial 208
Little Blue Hood 209
No Spring 211
Lippo 212
Midsummer 213
A Reminiscence 214
Respite 216
A Girl's Faith 217
Two 218
Slipping Away 219
Is it Done? 220
A Leaf 221
AEsthetic 222
Poems of the Week 224
Ghosts 226
Fleeing Away 227
All Mad 228
Hidden Gems 229
By-and-By 230
Over the May Hill 231
A Song 232
Foes 234
Friendship 235

MAURINE

_PART I._

I sat and sewed, and sang some tender tune,
Oh, beauteous was that morn in early June!
Mellow with sunlight, and with blossoms fair:
The climbing rose-tree grew about me there,
And checked with shade the sunny portico
Where, morns like this, I came to read, or sew.

I heard the gate click, and a firm quick tread
Upon the walk. No need to turn my head;
I would mistake, and doubt my own voice sounding,
Before his step upon the gravel bounding.
In an unstudied attitude of grace,
He stretched his comely form; and from his face
He tossed the dark, damp curls; and at my knees,
With his broad hat he fanned the lazy breeze,
And turned his head, and lifted his large eyes,
Of that strange hue we see in ocean dyes,
And call it blue sometimes, and sometimes green
And save in poet eyes, not elsewhere seen.

"Lest I should meet with my fair lady's scorning,
For calling quite so early in the morning,
I've brought a passport that can never fail,"
He said, and, laughing, laid the morning mail
Upon my lap. "I'm welcome? so I thought!
I'll figure by the letters that I brought
How glad you are to see me. Only one?
And that one from a lady? I'm undone!
That, lightly skimmed, you'll think me _such_ a bore,
And wonder why I did not bring