In sky or cloud is new inlaid
With colors soft or gay.

Yon mountain late enrobed in snow
Thou clothest now in dress of shimmering green;
Ere long another garb wilt thou bestow
Upon her, lest thy lover grow
Aweary of the scene.

And when the sheen of summer sky
Shall fade into October's sombre gray,
And Autumn's gayest flowers a-withered lie,
For me yon mountain thou will tie
Into a rare bouquet.

HER EYES

I dare not look again!
In those vast depths of infinite blue
There are visions of joy and love as true
As ever haunted a poet's ken.
This sordid earth's my lot;
Those dreams must be forgot--
I dare not look again.

I dare not look again!
Those dreams must be forgot
The infinite blue, with its love so true
And the visions I dare not pen.
This sordid earth's my lot.
Heavens! might I but look again!

THE ROSE OF LOVE

The flowers closed their autumn bloom
Awhile the bleak winds blew,
And meekly bowing to their doom
They lay in shroud of frozen gloom
The whole long winter through.

There's ever been the same sad tale
To tell of Nature's loves;
Her artful methods never fail
To win the hearts they once assail,
Though she inconstant proves.

Last spring I heard the whisperings low
To modest Daffodil
That won her smile ere yet the snow
Had melted and begun its flow
Adown the little rill.

And soon her soft caresses proved
Too much for Meadow Rue;
And next Anemone was moved;
Spring Beauty whom the nymphs had loved
In shady woods to woo.

But some less trustful, still were slow
To yield their loves' perfume,
Till, melted by the summer's glow,
They let their pent-up passions flow
Through many colored bloom.

But Nature soon withdrew her smile;
I saw their petals pale
And droop, now conscious of the guile
Their fickle lover used the while
She wooed them in the vale.

* * * * *

All winter I had breathed upon
The clos-ed bud of love;
Its milk-white petals, one by one
At last unfolded in the sun
My heart had longed to prove.

And when it reached its full broad blow
It shed a fragrance sweet
From out its bosom lil