And gives a little round of deeds and days,
And then come the wrecked angels and set snares,
And bait them with light hopes and heavy dreams,
Until the heart is puffed with pride and goes,
Half shuddering and half joyous, from God's peace;
And it was some wrecked angel, blind tears,
Who flattered Edene's heart with merry words.
My colleen, I have seen some other girls
Restless and ill at ease, but years went by
And they grew like their neighbours and were glad
In minding children, working at the churn,
And gossiping of weddings and of wakes;
For life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.

SHAWN BRUIN.

Yet do not blame her greatly, Father Hart, For she is dull while I am in
the fields, And mother's tongue were harder still to bear, But for her
fancies: this is May Eve too, When the good people post about the world,
And surely one may think of them to-night. Maire, have you the primroses
to fling Before the door to make a golden path For them to bring good luck
into the house. Remember, they may steal new-married brides Upon May Eve.

MAIRE BRUIN _(going over to the window and taking the flowers from the
bowl.)_

Here are the primroses.