In the far village by the shining sea, Where the white sails, snow-gleaming in the light, Creep up the tidal river to the quay, And land the glistening captures of the night; At the shading to a close Of the brightness of the day, Have you forgotten, Lady Rose, Our meeting on the lonely way? II. Beyond the dreamy townlet, where the trees With linkèd branches, golden shadows spread; Where sweet wind-flowers bend before the breeze, And many an arum lifts her hooded head; Where the early primrose blows, Long we lingered, loth to part: Have you forgotten, Lady Rose, Our earnest converse, heart to heart? III. The mossy stonework of the ancient span That bridged the clear brown waters of the stream, Where round the stepping-stones the eddies ran, And slipped away with many a sunny gleam. Still beside the river grows Starry-eyed forget-me-not: Have you forgotten, Lady Rose, The drooping, faintly coloured knot? IV. In the home-garden, where the ivy crept Around the ruined coping of the wall, When in mine own, your trembling hand I kept, And in the silence heard the night-bird’s call. Drear and cold the evening’s close, Sorrow of an adverse fate: Have you forgotten, Lady Rose, That parting by the wicket gate? C. A. DAWSON. * * * * * Printed and Published by W. & R. CHAMBERS, 47 Paternoster Row, LONDON, and 339 High Street, EDINBURGH. * * * * * _All Rights Reserved._