"I am a garden grown desolate, Oh little Swallow pity me. I of them all, will remember yet, Oh little Swallow pity me. Summer may come and summer may go, I of them all who have known her, know Love cannot die, though the loved one go. Oh little Swallow pity me!" RESIGNATION I asked you for your love again, And I presumed too much it seemed. The happiness of which I dreamed Was but a jest, to laugh at then? A trifle, that your wanton eyes Beheld, yet would not recognise. "I will be just your friend," I said, "'Twere better thus to be content Than everlasting banishment." You scarcely paused to turn your head. Not needed, I had ceased to be A thing for your utility! I went my way, as others do. These are not days to rant, and weep. What pain there was I buried deep, Together with my thoughts of you; And in that grave they lie apart, Unmourned, save by a breaking heart. ACCUSATION How dare you cease to be my friend! You who have held my heart and mind Within your hand, a spell combined Of passion and the joys that rend Cast over all that once was me, I would not if I could, go free. I tell you to the depth of Hell, My spirit, following in your wake, Shall suffer for its folly's sake Those torments which are yours, and dwell Beside you through Eternity. A SEA CYCLE I In at your cabin window, Under the drifting sky, Softly, and all on tiptoe Winds that are passing by Steal with a tender longing, Pause, with a yearning sigh, Kiss you—and then in rapture Folding their pinions die. II There is something divinely happy, And something divinely fair, At work in the world this morning, Its spirit is everywhere. I'm filled with a sense of youngness, My limbs are alive and strong, My heart with a throb of gladness Re-echoes the Ocean's song. The sun is a splendid halo, That sets on the brow of earth, The wind is the flute of silver He tunes to his strains of mirth. The waves are abrim with laughter, The ship is a soul set free; And out through this perfect weather You'll presently come to me. III I pledged you in a cup of wine, And every passion that was mine I melted in that nectar rare, To drink to you, I swear—I swear! I pledged you in the cup of life, Its inmost essence, hot and rife, I caught from drops my heart bled there, To drink to you, I swear—I swear! IV Listen, dear heart, awhile, till I repeat In all my life, there never was so sweet An hour as this; so perfectly complete, So full of joy, so deep and so replete With ardent things. Alas! that time is fleet. V