Coral clouds and pearly sky,
Flaming in the farthest west,
Softly whisper peace and rest,
Peace and rest that never die.
Let us shun the sable shore,
Frowning at us slipping by.
Let's be happy, you and I,
Drifting, drifting evermore.
H. H. CHAMBERLIN, JR.
_Harvard Advocate._
~Cloudland.~
Over the hills, at the close of day,
Gazing with listless-seeming eyes,
Margery watches them sail away,
The sunlit clouds of the western skies.
Margery sighs with a vain regret,
As slowly they fade from gold to gray,
Till night has come, and the sun has set,
And the clouds have drifted beyond the day.
What are you dreaming, my little maid
For yours are beautiful thoughts, I know;
What were the words that the wild wind said,
And where, in the dark, did the cloud-ships go?
Come through the window and touch her hair,
Wind of the vast and starry deep!
And tell her not of this old world's care,
But kiss her softly and let her sleep.
_Columbia Literary Monthly._
~Two of a Kind.~
HE:
Down in the glen
By the trysting tree,
Somebody's sister is waiting for me.
Under the stars,
In the dewy grass
Waiting for me--the poor little lass!
And I sit alone
In my cozy den,
A much better place than that clammy glen,
And I think of her tears
As she waits in vain
Till it seems almost cruel to give her such pain.
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