Beneath these mountains stripped Near thee the self-collected soul of trees, Whose tops with flowers are cov ered o'er, Where springtime of the Hesper ides Begins, but endeth nevermore; Knows naught of error or of crime; Thy waters, murmuring as they roll, Transform his musings into rhyme. Under these leafy vaults and Ah, when, on bright autumnal And bear me thither, where the Azure of heaven and wave below, soul In quiet may itself possess, At La Chaudeau. Where all things soothe the To La Chaudeau I come back Where all things teach me and My head is gray, my blood is cold; Peradventure I still, forsooth, Should have preserved my fresh green youth Under the shadows the hill-tops throw At La Chaudeau. At La Chaudeau, live on, my friends, Happy to be where God intends; And sometimes, by the evening fire, Think of him whose sole desire Is again to sit in the old châ teau At La Chaudeau. A QUIET LIFE LET him who will, by force or fraud innate, Of courtly grandeurs gain the slippery height; I, leaving not the home of my delight, Far from the world and noise will meditate. Then, without pomps or perils of the great, THE WINE OF JURANÇON BY CHARLES CORAN LITTLE Sweet wine of Jurançon, You are dear to my memory still! With mine host and his merry song, Under the rose-tree I drank my fill. Twenty years after, passing that way, Under the trellis I found again Mine host, still sitting there au frais, And singing still the same re frain. The Jurançon, so fresh and bold, Treats me as one it used to know; Souvenirs of the days of old Already from the bottle flow. With glass in hand our glances met; We pledge, we drink. How sour it is! Never Argenteuil piquette Was to my palate sour as this! I shall behold the day succeed And yet the vintage was good, in the night; Behold the alternate seasons take their flight, sooth; The self-same juice, the self-same cask! And in serene repose old age It was you, O gayety of my youth, Who, having not the one thing To gallop off to town post-haste, Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine? Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me: Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? Naught see I permanent or sure in thee! MY SECRET BY FÉLIX ARVERS My soul its secret has, my life too has its mystery, A love eternal in a moment's space conceived; Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its history, And she who was the cause nor knew it nor believed. Alas! I shall have passed close by her unperceived, Forever at her side, and yet for. ever lonely, I shall unto the end have made life's journey, only Daring to ask for naught, and having naught received. For her, though God has made her gentle and endearing, She will go on her way distraught and without hearing These murmurings of love that round her steps ascend, Piously faithful still unto her austere duty, Will say, when she shall read these lines full of her beauty, Who can this woman be?' and will not comprehend. FROM THE ITALIAN THE CELESTIAL PILOT PURGATORIO II. 13-51. Naught see I fixed or sure in AND now, behold! as at the ap thee! proach of morning, Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery red Down in the west upon the ocean floor, Appeared to me,- may I again behold it! A light along the sea, so swiftly coming, So that the eye could not sustain his presence, But down I cast it; and he came to shore With a small vessel, gliding swift and light, So that the water swallowed naught thereof. Its motion by no flight of wing is Upon the stern stood the Celestial equalled. And when therefrom I had with drawn a little Mine eyes, that I might question my conductor, Pilot! Beatitude seemed written in his face! And more than a hundred spirits sat within. Again I saw it brighter grown In exitu Israel de Ægypto!' and larger. Thereafter, on all sides of it, appeared I knew not what of white, and underneath, Little by little, there came forth another. My master yet had uttered not a word, While the first whiteness into wings unfolded; But, when he clearly recognized the pilot, He cried aloud: 'Quick, quick, and bow the knee! Behold the Angel of God! fold up thy hands! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers! Thus sang they all together in one voice, With whatso in that Psalm is after written. Then made he sign of holy rood upon them, Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore, And he departed swiftly as he came. THE TERRESTRIAL PARA DISE PURGATORIO XXVIII. 1-33. See, how he scorns all human argu- LONGING already to search in and |