Selected Poetry.
U9DKB THE GUSB. Usder the old embnworea din. Where the trailers hang from cannon grim, The long-loti err of the buried ahell Come* in from the ocean's stormy swell; Thetun hangs low where the created wa*e Toaese over the hissing brave, And I seem to see his crimson glars A ghostly flag on the rampart bare. Under the guna that never more Will waken the eeboee of surge and shore 1 lis, and laugh at the foamy crest That lightly leapt at the eta-gull's breast. The curlew acreamt and the al bat rot* Dips hie wing where the seaweeds toss ; And twixt my hark and the newest star Is a tattered sail on a broken spar.
Under the guna that long ago Dictated terms to a sullen foe ! Over the mouth of the culvrrin A silvery web the spiders spin ; And, half asleep in my Kstiett prow, I link the past to the busy now; And 'twixt my bark and the newest star Is a tattered Mil on a broken spar.
THE TWO VOICES.
