THE FIRST KISS She sat where he had left her all alone, With head bent back, and eyes through love on flame, And neck half flushed with most delicious shame, With hair disordered, and with loosened zone; She sat, and to herself made tender moan, As yet again in thought her lover came, And caught her by her hands and called her name, And sealed her body as her soul his own. The June moon-stricken twilight, warm, and fair, Closed round her where she sat 'neath voiceless trees, Full of the wonder of triumphant prayer, And sense of unimagined ecstasies Which must be hers, she knows, yet knows not why; BRIDAL EVE Half robed, with gold hair drooped o'er shoulders white, And through the distances of dark and light Upon the brink of imminent change she stands, Love's music grows half anthem and half dirge. THE OID CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH (This old churchyard has been for many years slipping toward the sea, which it is expected will ultimately engulf it) The churchyard leans to the sea with its dead It leans to the sea with its dead so long. Do they hear, I wonder, the first bird's song, The high, sweet voice of the west wind, Do they hear, through the glad April weather, Do they think there are none left to love them, Do they hear the note of the cuckoo, The cry of gulls on the wing, The laughter of winds and waters, Do they feel the old land slipping seaward, With the wind blowing on them from leeward? Do they long for days to go over, And bring that miraculous change? Or they love, perhaps, their night with no moonlight, And they sigh-"'Neath the snow, or the bloom Of the wild things that wave from our night, We are warm, through winter and summer; We hear the winds blow, and say "The storm-wind blows over our heads, But we, here, are out of its way.' Do they mumble low, one to another, Do they think 'twill be cold when the waters Have they dread of the sea's shining daughters, And play with the young sea-kings? Have they dread of their cold embraces, But their dread or their joy-it is bootless: They shall pass from the breast of their mother; They shall lie low, dead brother by brother, In a place that is radiant and fruitless, And the folk that sail over their heads In violent weather Shall come down to them, haply, and all They shall lie there, together. FROM FAR "O Love, come back, across the weary way Thou wentest yesterday Dear Love, come back!" "I am too far upon my way to turn: Be silent, hearts that yearn Upon my track." "O Love! Love! Love! sweet Love, we are undone, If thou indeed be gone Where lost things are." "Beyond the extremest sea's waste light and noise, As from Ghost-land, my voice Is borne afar." "O Love, what was our sin, that we should be Forsaken thus by thee? So hard a lot!" "Upon your hearts my hands and lips were setMy lips of fire-and yet, Ye knew me not." "Nay, surely, Love! We knew thee well, sweet Love! Did we not breathe and move Within thy light?" "Ye did reject my thorns who wore my roses; Now darkness closes Upon your sight." "O Love! stern Love! be not implacable. We loved thee, Love, so well! Come back to us." "To whom, and where, and by what weary way That I went yesterday, Shall I come thus?" "O weep, weep, weep! for Love, who tarried long With many a kiss and song, Has taken wing. "No more he lightens in our eyes like fire; He heeds not our desire, Or songs we sing." ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON [BORN at 8 Howard Place, Edinburgh, on November 30, 1850: the only child of Thomas Stevenson, civil engineer, and his wife Margaret Isabella, youngest daughter of the Rev. James Balfour of Colinton. His father, who with two elder brothers, David and Alan, conducted the business of harbour and lighthouse engineers founded by their distinguished father, Robert Stevenson, destined him from the first for the family profession. But weak health and a strong bias of nature foiled this purpose and directed him to the career of letters. His education was irregular, at private schools, at the Edinburgh Academy, under private tutors, and at the University of Edinburgh. For twenty years after 1873, in spite of nervous, arterial, and pulmonary troubles, he plied nearly every known mode of the literary art. Partly from ill health and partly from choice, he was much of a traveller. The order of the main incidents of his life as a writer is as follows:-1874-9: lived chiefly at Edinburgh, with occasional visits to London and long sojourns at Barbizon, Grez, and Paris: published The Inland Voyage, Travels with a Donkey, Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes, and New Arabian Nights.-187980: travelled to and returned from California, where he was married to Mrs. Fanny van de Grift Osbourne.—1880-4: passed two summers in Scotland and two winters at Davos, a few months at Marseilles, and a year at Hyères: published Treasure Island, Virginibus Puerisque, Familiar Studies of Men and Books, and The Silverado Squatters.-1884-7: settled at Bournemouth, living invalid life: published A Child's Garden of Verses, Prince Otto, The Dynamiters, Jekyll and Hyde, Kidnapped, The Merry Men, Underwoods, and Memories and Portraits: wrote plays in collaboration with W. E. Henley.-1887-90: sailed with his family to America; wintered at Saranac Lake in the Adirondacks; starting from San Francisco in the spring of 1888, took three successive ocean voyages among the Pacific Islands: published Ballads, The Master of Ballantrae, and Letter to the Rev. Doctor Hyde.-1890-4: built and settled at "Vailima," island of Upolu, Samoa: published In the South Seas, The Wrecker, A Footnote to History, Island Nights' Entertainments, Catriona, Across the Plains, The Ebb-Tide. Died suddenly December 4, 1894.— Songs of Travel and the unfinished novels Weir of Hermiston and St. Ives were published posthumously.] "Poetry," wrote Walter Savage Landor, "was always my amusement, prose my study and business." Much the same |