JUNGE LEIDEN: A SPRING TROUBLE

                                     All the meadowlands were gay
                                     Once upon a morn of May;
                                     All the tree of life was dight
                                     With the blossoms of delight.

                                     And my whole heart was a-tune
                                     With the songs of long ere noon—
                                     Dew-bedecked and fresh and free,
                                     As the un-sunned meadows be.

                                     ‘Lo!’ I said unto my spirit,
                                     ‘Earth and sky dost thou inherit.’
                                     Forth I wandered, void of care,
                                     In the largesse of the air.

                                     By there came a damosel,
                                     At a look I loved her well :
                                     But she passed and would not stay—
                                     And all the rest has gone away.

                                     And now no fields are fair to see,
                                     Nor any bud on any tree;
                                     Nor have I share in earth or sky—
                                     All for a maiden’s passing by!

                                                                                                W. MACDONALD.

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