Lolah and the dark Amelia,
Come with various other ladies,
Certain boys, and grown-ups graver—
Then, be sure, not one afraid is
To let his wit give forth its flavor,
With the fragrant odor blent
Of the Souchong, and the scent
Of the roses and sweet-peas
And other blossoms sweet as these.
Then, indeed, doth joy abound
About the granite table round,
And the stream of laughter flowing
Almost sets the old stone going.
THE SUN-DIAL
On the sun-dial in the garden
The great sun keeps the time;
A faint, small moving shadow,
And we know the worlds are in rhyme;
And if once that shadow should falter
By the space of a child's eye-lash—
The seas would devour the mountains,
And the stars together crash.
"SOMETHING MISSING FROM THE GARDEN"
Something missing from the garden?
But all's bright there;
Color in the daytime,
Perfume in the night there.
Something wanting in the garden?
