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Hereafter ?-And do you think to look
To find her failings, faults, and errors ?
your own secret sins and terrors !
THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S NEST.
ONCE the Emperor Charles of Spain,
With his swarthy, grave commanders,
Some old frontier town of Flanders.
Up and down the dreary camp,
In great boots of Spanish leather, Striding with a measured tramp, These Hidalgos, dull and damp,
Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather.
Thus as to and fro they went,
Over upland and through hollow,
6 Golondrina is my guest,
”T is the wife of some deserter !
Swift as bowstring speeds a shaft,
Through the camp was spread the rumor, And the soldiers, as they quaffed Flemish beer at dinner, laughed
At the Emperor's pleasant humor.
So unharmed and unafraid
Sat the swallow still and brooded,
Till the constant cannonade
Through the walls a breach had made,
And the siege was thus concluded.
Then the army, elsewhere bent,
Struck its tents as if disbanding,
Very curtly, “ Leave it standing !”
So it stood there all alone,
Loosely flapping, torn and tattered, Till the brood was fledged and flown, Singing o'er those walls of stone
Which the cannon-shot had shattered.
THE GOLDEN MILE-STONE.
LEAFLESS are the trees; their purple branches Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral,
In the Red Sea of the Winter sunset.
From the hundred chimneys of the village,
Tower aloft into the air of amber
At the window winks the flickering fire-light ; Here and there the lamps of evening glimmer,
Answering one another through the darkness.
On the hearth the lighted logs are glowing,
For its freedom Groans and sighs the air imprisoned in them.