Shall love, like these sweet lingerers, seem The waste of Beauty's Autumn time! Lines AN ORANGE-TREE RECEIVED FROM THE WEST INDIES LATE IN AUTUMN. W. P. Palmer. ROM thine Eden of the sea FROM тай Where eternal Summer smiles Little prattling ones shall play 'Mid the leafy shades so sweet, At thy feet. So then, prithee, come with me, Hapless tree! And beneath my lowly roof, Let thy greeting be a proof That the peasant's humble door To the wretched evermore, With as wide a welcome swings As a king's! Winter Piece. James Russell Lowell. DOWN swept the chill wind from the mountain peak, From the snow five thousand Summers old; On open wold and hill-top bleak It had gathered all the cold. And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's cheek; It carried a shiver every where From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare; The little brook heard it, and built a roof As the lashes of light that trim the stars; Down through a frost-leaved forest crypt, "or the gladness of heaven to shine through, and here He had caught the nodding bulrush-tops nd hung them thickly with diamond drops, To mortal builder's most rare device By the elfin builders of the frost. |