To-day Love 's mute, but time hath sown
A soul in her to match thine own,
Though yet ungrown.

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EDMUND GOSSE.

1849.

_SONG FOR THE LUTE._

I bring a garland for your head
Of blossoms fresh and fair;
My own hands wound their white and red
To ring about your hair:
Here is a lily, here a rose,
A warm narcissus that scarce blows,
And fairer blossoms no man knows.

So crowned and chapleted with flowers,
I pray you be not proud;
For after brief and summer hours
Comes autumn with a shroud;--
Though fragrant as a flower you lie,
You and your garland, bye and bye,
Will fade and wither up and die.

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THOMAS HOOD.

1798-1845.

_BALLAD._

I.

It was not in the winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses,--
We plucked them as we passed;

II.

That churlish season never frowned
On early lovers yet:--
Oh, no--the world was newly crowned
With flowers when first we met!

III.

'T was twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast;
It was the time of roses,--
We plucked them as we passed.--

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_SONG._

O Lady, leave thy silken thread
And flowery tapestrie:
There 's living roses on the bush,
And blossoms on the tree;
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand
Some random bud will meet;
Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find
The daisy at thy feet.

'T is like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume;
There 's crimson buds, and white and blue--
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers.

There 's fairy tulips in the east,
The garden of the sun;
The very streams reflect the hues,
And blossom as they run:
While Morn opes like a crimson rose,
Still wet with pearly showers;
Then, Lady, leave the silken thread
Thou twinest into flowers!

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_I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER._

I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi'lets, and the li