Re-echoes through the brains of grief-worn men!

Noon strikes. I bade them sprinkle in the room.
Sleep on! Hope shines--a pebble in the gloom.
--When shall the Autumn rose re-blossom,--when?


SLEEP, DARKSOME, DEEP

Sleep, darksome, deep,
Doth on me fall:
Vain hopes all, sleep,
Sleep, yearnings all!

Lo, I grow blind!
Lo, right and wrong
Fade to my mind....
O sorry song!

A cradle, I,
Rocked in a grave:
Speak low, pass by,
Silence I crave!


[Illustration: Le Ciel et Les Toits.]


THE SKY-BLUE SMILES ABOVE THE ROOF