Now fades the last long streak of snow, Now bourgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drowned in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. --TENNYSON A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Long had I watched the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow! Even in its very motion there was rest; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. --WILSON * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Page 32, the first paragraph under ALLUSIONS contains a sentence fragment: "If these allusions." As no meaning could be ascertained, it was retained intact. The OE-ligature is denoted in this work by brackets [OE].