A. MARY F. ROBINSON TO A DRAGON-FLY You hail from Dream-land, Dragon-fly? A stranger hither? So am I, And (sooth to say) I wonder why We either of us came, Are you (that shine so bright i' the air) Come tell me how my old friends fare, Who won the latest tourney fight, Renown'd Mambrino's Casque ? Has Spenser done his task? Born 1856 Say, have they settled over there, Young Queen of Oberon's Court? Ah, I have been too long away! When you go home to-night. LE ROI EST MORT And shall I weep that Love's no more, And magnify his reign? Sure never mortal man before Would have his grief again. Farewell the long-continued ache, King Love is dead and gone for aye, I found my tyrant slain, And he in Heathenesse was bred, INDEX OF FIRST LINES A little marsh-plant, yellow green. All day long and every day All night as in my dreams I lay And now I speak, not with the bird's free voice As he who finds one flower sharp thorns among Back to the flower-town, side by side By Wellesbourne and Charlcote ford Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height. Day of my life! Where can she get Far off the old snows ever new Flower of the medlar Gods fade; but God abides, and in man's heart Had she come all the way for this. He rose at dawn and, fired with hope I do not bid thee spare me, O dreadful mother. If I should die this night, (as well might be I know a little garden close In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland I said-Then, dearest, since 'tis so It was not like your great and gracious ways. I wonder do you feel to-day Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Little maiden, dost thou pine. Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving Love slept upon the lone hill-side Man is permitted much. Methought I met a Lady yestereven Mortals who attempt the seas My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes No, for I'll save it! Seven years since No seed shall perish which the soul hath sown |