Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere

folly:

Then, heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly!

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

Thou dost not. bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remembered not.

Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most frienship is feigning, most loving mere

O HOLY Æther, and swift-winged Winds,
And River-wells, and laughter innumerous
Of yon Sea-waves! Earth, mother of us all,
And all-viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,-
Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!
Behold, with throe on throe,
How, wasted by this woe,

I wrestle down the myriad years of Time!
Behold, how fast around me

The new King of the happy ones sublime

WAIL OF PROMETHEUS BOUND.

"Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!
Behold, with throe on throe
How, wasted by this woe,

I wrestle down the myriad years of Time!"

-MRS. BROWNING.

From a photograph after painting by G. Graeff.