After a fortnight's absence I return; The frame no longer empty stands, but now A pair of dark and flashing eyes confront The gaze; another princess has come in, Another queen now sways this little realm,' The other sovereign's gone and is forgot. —Swarthmore .Phcvnia- THE, BREATH OF THE, STORM. Oh, the storm's in the sky and the wind's iu the air, And the breath of the night folds me round everywhere With a longing resistless to hide in the grass And catch at the spirits of night as they pass, To feel the soft greenness that lies all around; And the firmness and freshness and smell of the ground. The cool of the grass,' with the scent of the flowers, Mounts tip to my brain, and, like wine, overpowers My senses, and maddens my veins with its fire, And fills me and thrills me with wildest desire To leap in the arms of the night and away Where the winds and storms hold their revels, and play With the souls that are free; and like them I would go With the lightning and thunder, the rain and the snow, A thing of the darkness, the clouds and the rain, Forgetful of earth, and untouched by its pain,— Oh, the storm's in the sky, and the wind's in the air, And the breath of the night has my soul in its care. The Free Lance.
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