An Arab came to the river side,
With a donkey bearing an obelisk;
But he would not try to ford the tide,
For he had too good an .
Boston Globe

So he camped all night by the river side,
And he remained till the tide ceased to swell,
For he knew should the donkey from life subside,
He never would find its ------.
Salem Sunbeam

When the morning dawned, and tide was out,
The pair crossed over 'neath Allah's protection;
And the Arab was happy, we have no doubt,
For he had the best donkey in all that §.
Somerville Journal

An angel with a voice like summer show'rs,
Or woodbird melodies in tranquil hours,
Brought me one day a wondrous, radiant rose
Called in those happy isles but this: Repose.

Its fragrance was the balm of early flow'rs,
Fresh with the magic of the Spring's new pow'rs;
Its petals quivered with a soothing trill,
Like the soft murmur of a mountain rill.

Its hues were exquisite as dawning skies
When the first splendor greets the watcher's eyes,
Or as the sea-shell seen through silver spray,
Or as the last bright tint of fading day.

Amusing myself with rocks, I sit peering into the valley;
searching for blossoms, I wander round and round the temple.
Again and again I hear the birds talking,
and here and there the voice of the stream.

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

Amorous of Laura's loveliness
the heavens rapt her to their high abode,
it ill befitting her pure light to shed
its radiancy on these unhappy vales,

or to the end that mortal men, deceived
by the perfection of her bodily frame,
should not imagine, in their wonderment
at so much beauty, theirs a blessed lot.

Born where the red veil of the orient
falls from the dawning of the roseate face,
she died where the deep sea, with avid zest,

gives sepulchre to its effulgency;
it being ordained her godlike flight should cast,

Among the Princely Paragons,
bedect with dainty Diamonds,
Within mine eye, none doth come nie,
the sweet red Rose of England ,
The Lillies passe in brauery,
in Flanders, Spain , and Italy:
But yet the famous flower of France
doth honour the Rose of England .

As I abroad was walking,
I heard the small birds talking:
And euery one did frame her Song
in praise of the Rose of England ,

Among these Tempests great and manifold
My Ship has here one only Anchor-hold;
That is my hope; which if that slip, I'm one
Wildred in this vast watry Region.

Thou hast committed—
Fornication: but that was in another country,
And besides, the wench is dead.
The Jew of Malta.
I

Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do—
With ‘I have saved this afternoon for you’;
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.

A MONG the silver cornstalks
And lantern-hanging pears
She walked, as one in dreams walks —
In prim and virgin prayers.

The straightness of her bosom
White fichus scarcely hid:
She bit a brown-edged blossom
And wondered why she did.

She frowned at all the blue jays
Her puckered little frown.
She wandered through the pathways
And stared them up and down.

And nothing ever happened;
And no one ever came;
And no cared a rap; and
Each day was just the same —

And nothing seemed to matter. . . .

Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.