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The Galaxy, June 1877 Vol. XXIII.—June, 1877.—No. 6.   By:

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THE GALAXY.

VOL. XXIII. JUNE, 1877. No. 6.

SPRING LONGING.

What art thou doing here, O Imagination? Go away, I entreat thee by the gods, as thou didst come, for I want thee not. But thou art come according to thy old fashion. I am not angry with thee only go away. Marcus Antoninus.

Lilac hazes veil the skies. Languid sighs Breathes the mild, caressing air. Pink as coral's branching sprays, Orchard ways With the blossomed peach are fair.

Sunshine, cordial as a kiss, Poureth bliss In this craving soul of mine, And my heart her flower cup Lifteth up, Thirsting for the draught divine.

Swift the liquid golden flame Through my frame Sets my throbbing veins afire. Bright, alluring dreams arise, Brim mine eyes With the tears of strong desire.

All familiar scenes anear Disappear Homestead, orchard, field, and wold. Moorish spires and turrets fair Cleave the air, Arabesqued on skies of gold.

Lo, my spirit, this May morn, Outward borne, Over seas hath taken wing: Where the mediæval town, Like a crown, Wears the garland of the Spring.

Light and sound and odors sweet Fill the street; Gypsy girls are selling flowers. Lean hidalgos turn aside, Amorous eyed, 'Neath the grim cathedral towers.

Oh, to be in Spain to day, Where the May Recks no whit of good or evil, Love and only love breathes she! Oh, to be 'Midst the olive rows of Seville!

Or on such a day to glide With the tide Of the berylline lagoon, Through the streets that mirror heaven, Crystal paven, In the warm Venetian noon.

At the prow the gondolier May not hear, May not see our furtive kiss; But he lends with cadenced strain The refrain To our ripe and silent bliss.

Golden shadows, silver light, Burnish bright Air and water, domes and skies; As in some ambrosial dream, On the stream Floats our bark in magic wise.

Oh, to float day long just so! Naught to know Of the trouble, toil, and fret! This is love, and this is May: Yesterday And to morrow to forget!

Whither hast thou, Fancy free, Guided me, Wild Bohemian sister dear? All thy gypsy soul is stirred Since yon bird Warbled that the Spring was here.

Tempt no more! I may not follow, Like the swallow, Gayly on the track of Spring. Bounden by an iron fate, I must wait, Dream and wonder, yearn and sing.

EMMA LAZARUS.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1877, by SHELDON & CO. in the office of Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

A PROGRESSIVE BABY.

LETTER III.

18 STANFIELD GARDENS, } SOUTH KENSINGTON, } May 28, 1875. }

And there you have us down to date, my Susie. The sunshine and the crisp breezes, the innocent early teas with cresses and prawns, the grand long nights full of sleep, have put us all right with the world again; but after all Brighton's only a bit of West End moved off down by the sea, and if one must live in London at all, why, it's at its best for three or four weeks to come. And we're to get off early to Switzerland this year, for fear that it mayn't be so easy next summer. For Ronayne's father is clearing away to make him stand for that dreary territory of hovels and bogs in which the paternal mansion is situate. Fancy Ronayne an M.P.! And an Irish M.P.! I fight against it under cover. The dream of my heart is an appartement avec tenasse in Paris, and in summer to turn vagrants and tramps as now. It's so unlucky Ronayne should have been the eldest son: duty, respectability, and the proprieties have such a much stronger gripe upon him, and we're born vagabonds, both... Continue reading book >>


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