Ohearts that break and give no sign lip and Save whitening breath or echoing chard hidden pang were given, If singing To every th, as sweet as Heaven, What endless melodies were poured As sad as earth, as sweet as Oliver Wendell Hormes. THE VOICELESS. A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone, Whose song has told their hearts' sad story: O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow, O hearts that break and give no sign, If singing breath or echoing chord OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 55 PASSING THY DOOR. O! 'TWAS the world to me, So, in that moment brief, Trembled my heart. Nothing I saw but thee, Nothing could find; Vision had fled from me, Lingering behind. How I had passed along, How found my way, Sightless amidst the throng, Love could but say. How I had moved my feet I had seen nothing, sweet, Since I'd seen you. Life too—and more! Catching a glance of thee, CHARLES SWAIN BONNIE GEORGE CAMPBELL. HIE upon Hielands, And gallant rade he; Out ran his auld mither, Out ran his bonnie bride, Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle, "My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn; My barn is to big, And my baby's unborn." Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle, But never cam he! ANONYMOUS. THE SAILOR. A ROMAIC BALLAD. THOU that hast a daughter For one to woo and wed, Give her to a husband With snow upon his head, O, give her to an old man, Though little joy it be, Before the best young sailor That sails upon the sea! How luckless is the sailor When sick and like to die: He sees no tender mother, No sweetheart standing by. Only the captain speaks to him: "Stand up, stand up, young man! And steer the ship to haven, As none beside thee can. Thou say'st to me, "Stand up, stand up! I say to thee, Take hold! Lift me a little from the deck; My hands and feet are cold. And let my head, I pray thee, With handkerchiefs be bound: |