In Lighter Vein
She said "Good night," and did not go,
But glanced at me with laughing eye
That made my blood in madness flow.
Unheeded, then, an hour went by;
And if its secret you would know,
Then ask—for she won't tell, nor•I
The mistletoe.
The red rose climbs on the trellis high;
I look and long in passing by.
The white rose nods at my finger tips;
I look to the red rose with burning lips.
I strive for it and grasp a thorn;
My heart's blood gushes from fingers torn.
The white rose droops 'neath a weight of pain—
It's leaves are blotched with a crimson stain.
—The College Folio
Into the waiting hosts that bow
Silent in wond'ring awe
Before his might;
Into the world's dark mist of dreams
With all its passions hushed
In still, white night;
Into the slumbiring soul that wakes
To full eternal life
Aniicl the Light--
Christ is born!
THE MELANCHOLY DAYS
The gorse and the flowers are faded,
The skies are a dark leaden gray,
The breezes are laden with frost, love,
And I must away, away,
Good-bye, little sweetheart, good-bye
A long, happy summer we've had, love,
Where the sweet clover pulsed in the air,
But the pleasures of life will not last, love,
And the fields are all serried and bare,
Good-bye, little sweetheart, good-bye.
—The Bowdoin Quill
—.The AR. Holyoke