Part 1 — LOVE LIGHTS.

Pretty dreamer, far away, Where the sheaves are golden, Listen to a tiny lay Puck hath late unfolden. Once a brier loved a rose, At her feet adoring; Sweet she glanced from high repose, Deaf to his imploring. Came a certain one, yclept Eros, heaven’s grafter, Stole a rose-twig, and adept Fashioned it with laughter— Fixed it soft with cunning whim On that hopeless brier, Till the season saw his stem Lordly grow, and higher. Then the maid-rose loved him true, Wedded to her glory: Sleep, Mellilla’s eyelids blue; I have told my story. B. C.