N EMILY LAWLESS A RETORT From With the Wild Geese. OT hers your vast imperial mart, Where myriad hopes on fears are hurled, To woo a world. Not hers your vast imperial town, Unused, unseen, her rivers flow, You swept them vacant ! Your decree Well, be it peace! Resigned they flow, And sometimes through the long still day Lifting gray tranquil wings away, Stud all your shores with prosperous towns! A day will come before you guess, And, loathing, fly the hateful place, For where, remote from smoke and noise, I see her in those coming days, I see an envied haunt of peace, Calm and untouched; remote from roar, EDMUND LEAMY (1848- ) A ROYAL LOVE I I LOVED a love—a royal love — As my own love-my royal love II And she had stately palace halls — In the golden long ago; And warriors, men of stainless swords, Were seated at her festive boards, Fierce champions of her lightest words, While hymned the bard the chieftains' praise, And sang their deeds of battle days, To cheer my love-my royal love In the golden long ago. III She wore a stately diadem In the golden long ago, Wrought by a cunning craftsman's hand My queenly love-my royal love- IV Alas for my love—my royal love Of the golden long ago! For gone are all her warrior bands, V But there is hope for my royal love Of the golden long ago; Beyond the broad and shining sea That yet will come to make her free, And hedge her round with gleaming spears, And crown her queen for all the years, My only love-my royal love Of the golden long ago. F JOSEPH SHERIDAN LE FANU ABHRAIN AN BHUIDEIL Address of a Drunkard to a Bottle of Whiskey ROM what dripping cell, through what fairy glen, Where 'mid old rocks and ruins the fox makes his den, Over what lonesome mountain, Acuishle mo chroidhe! Where gauger never has trod, Wild as the breath Of the breeze on the heath, And sparkling all o'er like the moon-lighted fountain, Are you come to me Dancing-inspiring - Oh! beautiful siren. Come, light up my fancy, and open my heart. Oh, beautiful ruin My life my undoin'— |