Tempt me not, my dear old friends,
I have work to do--
Four conditions in a term--
For I loved but you.
_Brunonian_.
~Evening on the Campus.~
Behind a screen of western hills
The sunset color fades to-night;
Along the arching corridors
Long shadows steal with footsteps light.
The banners of the day are furled;
Thro' darkening space the twilight creeps
And smooths the forehead of the world
Until he sleeps.
The oak-trees closer draw their hoods;
A bird, belated, wings his dim,
Uncertain flight, and far above
A star looks down and laughs at him;
The sky and mountains melt in one;
Tall gum-trees range their ranks around;
The white walk marks its length upon
The velvet ground.
From out the dusk the chimney points,
Like guiding finger, to the skies;
Down drops the curtain of the night,
And all the plain in darkness lies,
When, as the college buildings seem
To lose their form in shapeless mass,
The lights shine out as poppies gleam
Amid the grass.
CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD.
_Four-Leaved Clover._
~Philosophy.~
Shall I grieve because a maid
Swore to love me--failed to do it?
When we both are old and staid,
I shall laugh--and she shall rue it.
Shall I grieve, if for a prize,
Strive my best--I fail to win it?
In the world where honor lies,
Medal men are seldom in it.
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