What change is here? The night again grows warm; The air is fragrant as an infant's breath.

All through that dwelling
Luxury splendid-
Twenty young pages

Ladies attended;

Twenty tall lackeys

Served at the table; Twenty blood-horses Champed in the stable.

In the park, while the

Master remained here, Tossed their brown antlers

Fifty fleet reindeer; Here youths and damsels

Under leaf-arches,

Strolled through the shadows Thrown by the larches.

Then in the garden,

Pinks and stock-gillies

Looked up at roses,

Lilacs and lilies; Quaintly-cut box-trees

Stood by the beeches; Ripened there cherries,

Gages and peaches.

Song-birds in cages,

Chirping and twittering, There where the fountain

Cast a spray glittering; Fish in the basin,

Bright, golden-sided,

Hither and thither

Gracefully glided,

In the deep midnight,

So the boors tell us, Comes a fair lady

With a lord jealous; Words and a knife-stroke,

Curses and laughter; Vanish the phantoms;

Silence comes after.

The sky is dark, and dark the bay below
Save where the midnight city's pallid glow
Lies like a lily white

On the black pool of night.

O rushing steamer, hurry on thy way
Across the swirling Kills and gusty bay,
To where the eddying tide

Strikes hard the city's side!

For there, between the river and the sea,
Beneath that glow,-the lily's heart to me,—
A sleeping mother mild,

And by her breast a child.

"CALL ME NOT DEAD."

Call me not dead when I, indeed, have gone

Into the company of the everliving

High and most glorious poets! Let thanksgiving
Rather be made. Say " He at last hath won

Rest and release, converse supreme and wise,
Music and song and light of immortal faces :
To-day, perhaps, wandering in starry places,
He hath met Keats, and known him by his eyes.