Chapter 499 No.499

Next a lover,-with a dream

'Neath his waking eyelids hidden,

And a frequent sigh unbidden,

And an idlesse all the day

Beside a wandering stream,

And a silence that is made

Of a word he dares not say,-

Shakes slow his pensive head:

"Earth, Earth!" saith he,

"If spirits, like thy roses, grew

On one stalk, and winds auste