rper's diadem
That shakes at touch of light, revealing fraud.

C. THALATTA! THALATTA!

JOHN READE.

In my ear is the moan of the pines--in my heart is the song of
the sea,
And I feel his salt breath on my face as he showers his kisses
on me,
And I hear the wild scream of the gulls, as they answer the call
of the tide,
And I watch the fair sails as they glisten like gems on the breast
of a bride.

From the rock where I stand to the sun is a pathway of sapphire
and gold,
Like a waif of those Patmian visions that wrapt the lone seer
of old,
And it seems to my soul like an omen that calls me far over
the sea--
But I think of a little white cottage and one that is dearest to me.

Westward ho! Far away to the East is a cottage that looks to
the shore,--
Though each drop in the sea were a tear, as it was, I can see it
no more;
For the heart of its pride with the flowers of the "Vale of the
Shadow" reclines,
And--hush'd is the song of the sea and hoarse is the moan of
the pines.

CI. THE FORSAKEN GARDEN.

ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.--1837-

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Wall'd round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses
The steep square slope of the blossomless bed
Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses
Now lie dead.

The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken,
To the low last edge of the long lone land.
If a step should sound or a word be spoken,
Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand?
So long have the gray bare walks lain guestless,
Through branches and briers if a man make way,
He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless
Night and day.

The dense hard passage is blind and stifled,
That crawls by a track none turn to climb
To the strait waste place that the years have rifled
Of all but the thorns that are touch'd not of time.
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken;
The rocks are left when he wastes the plain.
The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken,
These r