As with the other, dimpled, white,

She held the slender boughs aside; While through the leaves the yellow light Like golden water seemed to glide, And broke in ripples on her neck, And played like fire around her hat, And slid adown her form to fleck

The

moss-grown rock on which I sat.

She standing rapt in sweet surprise,
And seeming doubtful if to turn ;
Her novel, as I raised my eyes,

Dropped down amid the tall green fern.

This day and that—the one so bright,
The other like a thing forlorn;
To-morrow, and the early light

Will shine upon her marriage morn.

For when the mellow autumn flushed
The thickets where the chestnut fell,
And in the vales the maple blushed,
Another came who knew her well,

Who sat with her below the pine,

And with her through the meadow moved, And underneath the purpling vine

She sang to him the song

I loved.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich.

[BORN 1836.]

"MADAM, AS YOU PASS US BY."

ADAM, as you pass us by,

M

Dreaming of your loves and wine, Do not brush your rich brocade Against this little maid of mine, Madam, as you pass us by.

When in youth my blood was warm ;
Wine was royal, life complete;

So I drained the flask of wine,

So I sat at women's feet,

When in youth my blood was warm.

Time has taught me pleasant truths:
Lilies grow where thistles grew;
Ah, you loved me not. This maid
There's an end of you!

Loves me.

Time has taught me pleasant truths.

I will speak no bitter words,

Too much passion made me blind;

But, Madam, as you pass us by, Dreaming of your loves and wine, Do not brush your rich brocade Against this little maid of mine, Madam, as you pass us by.