HEREAFTER

SHALL we not weary in the windless days
Hereafter, for the murmur of the sea,
The cool salt air across some grassy lea?
Shall we not go bewildered through a maze
Of stately streets with glittering gems
ablaze,

Forlorn amid the pearl and ivory,
Straining our eyes beyond the bourne to see
Phantoms from out Life's dear, forsaken
ways?

Give us again the crazy clay-built nest,
Summer, and soft unseasonable spring,
Our flowers to pluck, our broken songs to
sing,

Our fairy gold of evening in the West; Still to the land we love our longings cling,

The sweet, vain world of turmoil and unrest.

Aн, love, the teacher we decried,
That erudite professor grim,

In mathematics drenched and dyed,
Too hastily we scouted him.

He said: "The bounds of Time and Space,
The categories we revere,

May be in quite another case

In quite another sphere."

He told us: "Science can conceive
A race whose feeble comprehension
Can't be persuaded to believe

That there exists our Fourth Dimen-
sion,

Whom Time and Space for ever balk;

But of these beings incomplete,
Whether upon their heads they walk
Or stand upon their feet-

"We cannot tell, we do not know,
Imagination stops confounded;
We can but say 'It may be so,'
To every theory propounded."
Too glad were we in this our scheme
Of things, his notions to embrace,

But I have dreamed an awful dream

Of Three-dimensioned Space!

I dreamed - the horror seemed to stun
My logical perception strong-
That everything beneath the sun
Was so unutterably wrong.

I thought what words can I com

mand?

Ah, what if on some lurid star

There should exist a hapless race, Who live and love, who think and are, In Three-dimensioned Space!

A BOARD SCHOOL PASTORAL

ALONE I stay; for I am lame,
I cannot join them at the game,
The lads and lasses;
But many a summer holiday
I sit apart and watch them play,
And well I know my heart can say,
When Ella passes.

Of all the maidens in the place,
'Tis Ella has the sunniest face,
Her eyes are clearest.

Of all the girls, or here or there, "Tis Ella's voice is soft and rare, And Ella has the darkest hair,

And Ella's dearest.

Oh, strong the lads for bat or ball,
But I in wit am first of all

The master praises.

The master's mien is grave and wise;
But, while I look into his eyes,

My heart, that o'er the schoolroom flies,
At Ella gazes.

And Hal's below me every day;
For Hal is wild, and he is gay,

He loves not learning.

But when the swiftest runners meet, Oh, who but Hal is proud and fleet, And there's a smile I know will greet His glad returning.

They call me moody, dull, and blind, They say with books I maze my mind,

The lads and lasses;

But little do they know-ah me!
How with my book upon my knee
I dream and dream, but ever see
Where Ella passes.

A LEGEND

AY, an old story, yet it might

Have truth in it - who knows?

Of the heroine's breaking down one night Jnst ere the curtain rose.

So I arm thee for the final night,

And for thy one defeat;
For God upon his side shall fight

When thou and he shall meet.
I know, for good or evil, thine
Will be a well-fought field —
For good or evil, master mine,
If I may bear thy shield!

Now art thou the unfaithfullest
Of all that bore the vow-
Yet some there are that love thee best,
Most honor, even now.

I see the face I held divine

Ah, yet divine revealed!

For good or evil, master mine,
If I may bear thy shield!