Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope, And I want and find you, Evelyn Hope! VII. I loved you, Evelyn, all the while! My heart seemed full as it could hold; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So hush, I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. MEMORABILIA. I. Aн, did you once see Shelley plain, II. But you were living before that. III. I crossed a moor, with a name of its own IV. For there I picked up on the heather APPARENT FAILURE. "We shall soon lose a celebrated building.' Paris Newspaper. I. No, for I 'll save it! Seven years since, Saw, made my bow, and went my way: I took the Seine-side, you surmise, Thought of the Congress, Gortschakoff, Cavour's appeal and Buol's replies, So sauntered till-what met my eyes? II. Only the Doric little Morgue! The dead-house where you show your drowned: I plucked up heart and entered,—stalked, Compared with some whose cheeks were chalked : Let them! No Briton 's to be baulked! III. First came the silent gazers; next, A screen of glass, we 're thankful for ; Last, the sight's self, the sermon's text, The three men who did most abhor Their life in Paris yesterday, So killed themselves: and now, enthroned Fronting me, waiting to be owned. IV. Poor men, God made, and all for that! Each coat dripped by the owner's bed, Who last night tenanted on earth Some arch, where twelve such slept abreast,— Unless the plain asphalte seemed best. V. How did it happen, my poor boy? You wanted to be Buonaparte And have the Tuileries for toy, And could not, so it broke your heart? You, old one by his side, I judge, Were, red as blood, a socialist, A leveller! Does the Empire grudge You 've gained what no Republic missed? Be quiet, and unclench your fist! VI. And this-why, he was red in vain, Oh, women were the prize for you! VII. It's wiser being good than bad; My own hope is, a sun will pierce |