heart,
And a sullen silence his splendid triumph mars;
The waterfalls that leap from jutting ledge
In happy song, are speechless as the tomb,
And every melody that haunts the woods and streams
Has vanished from the earth, and Nature's voice
That erstwhile woke the matin in the mead
Is silent now as music of forgotten dreams.

Back to thy home in the icy Land of Snows,
O tyrant czar! No cringing southern heart
Pays honor to thy rich magnificence and power.
Back with thy splendor and thy glistening gems!
This is the land where every freeman bows
But to the Queen alone, whose sceptre is the flower.
Back, that our sovereign may usher in
The reign of love with sunshine and with song,
And drive away the gloom from every southern hearth.
Back rude invader! to Siberian climes!
And let our royal daughter, Spring, return
To fill with happiness and beauty all the earth.

FETTERED

Within the tented dome where pheasant rare,
With brilliant plumage caught the public gaze,
Or magpie won applause by vulgar phrase
Picked up from idle crowd that thronged the fair,
A pensive nightingale, unnoticed there,
In silence sat and heard men's lavish praise
Of these, yet all unmindful dreamed of lays,
In freedom she might pour upon the air.

HELEN OF TROY

Helen of Troy thy face was fair,
And fair thy radiant golden hair,
Thy form, in every molded part,
But not thy false and fickle heart,
Helen of Troy.

Betrayed by Aphrodite's wiles,
Oenone's life lost all its smiles,
And tasted sorrow to the lees,
When Paris sailed for sunset seas,
Where reigned the queen of all the isles.

Thy beauty, poignant as a dart,
Drave god-like men to wild despair,
And lit the skies with lurid glare
But oh, thy false and fickle heart,
Helen of Troy!

COW BELLS

Oh, the distant muffled tinkling
Of the cow bells in the vale,
When the dawning stars are twinkling
And the silent dews are sprinkling
Fresh the daisies in the dale.
How they flood the soul with music
Sad as song of nightingale--
Tinkling melodies of magic,
Vague, uncertain, longing, tragic,--
Just the cow bells in the vale!

HOLLYHOCKS

It may not be quite orthodox
To say so in society