THE dinner-bell, the dinner-bell
Is ringing loud and clear;
Through hill and plain, through street and lane,
THE Caliph ordered up his cook,
And, scowling with a fearful look
That meant,--We stand no gammon,--
ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!
The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--
'Lucy.'--The old familiar name
Is now, as always, pleasant,
Its liquid melody the same
WHILE far along the eastern sky
I saw the flags of Havoc fly,
As if his forces would assault
The sovereign of the starry vault
THOUGH young no more, we still would dream
Of beauty's dear deluding wiles;
The leagues of life to graybeards seem
BEHOLD--not him we knew!
This was the prison which his soul looked through,
Tender, and brave, and true.
Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
Here will I lay me on the velvet grass,
I LIKE YOU Met I LOVE You, face to face;
The path was narrow, and they could not pass.
I LIKE YOU smiled; I LOVE YOU cried, Alas!