The Smith College Monthly - 1898 Author:Unknown Author Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: would only care—if he could only make her care. He knocked on the door, and pushed it open. For.an instan.t he stood like one mortally stricken, then staggere... more »d back with his hands clasped over his eyes. A cry of anguish rang through the empty hall. " My God ! Amy ! " Emily Irish Stanton. TO PERDITA When yon do dance—I seem to see A lily swaying in the wind, Or slender breeze-blown willow tree ! — And when with white arms intertwined. And shining hair all backward blown. Past my enchanted eyes you've flown,— What wonder that to me you seem The fleeting vision of a dream ? And when you laugh—I seem to hear The joyous note of coming spring, Or bells, that sounding sweet and clear Their mirthful Tin-tin-ari ring! It is so blithe, so sweet a sound, That flings its happiness around,— What wonder, that the heart of me Laughs with it in its merry glee ? But when you speak—ah, who can tell What makes the charm that fetters me ! Is it your voice, that casts the spell With its caressing melody,— Or is it just the nameless grace And beauty of your winsome face ? I know not, nor do care to know Why 'tis—or how—I love you so! Gertrude Craven. CONTRIBUTORS' CLUB Down in an old garden Love sat on the skull of a man and played with the butterflies. His hair shone gold in the sun and his wings were like morning cobwebs on The Poet's Skull the grass. Death came clattering along the path with his scythe and scowled. " Will you please get off," he said, " that belongs to me." Love shook his curls. " Give him to me, he is mine," repeated Death sternly. Love kicked his heels against the skull and smiled. " Indeed !" he said saucily, " you don't say so." " I do !" snapped Death, provoked. " Come, get off." ...« less