Chapter I: Heard a Maid with Her Guitar

(Rondel.)

I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind,
And sent forth rhythmic notes afar
From out an arbor vine-entwined.

She knew the God of love was blind,
And left her white heart-gates ajar--
I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind.

But ah! Love's ears are keen as are
The ears of shy, pool-haunting hind,
And when she closed her bosom's bar
She found the god was there enshrined;
I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind.

CLINTON SCOLLARD.

VALENTINE.

Awake, awake, O gracious heart,
There's some one knocking at the door;
The chilling breezes make him smart;
His little feet are tired and sore.

Arise, and welcome him before
Adown his cheeks the big tears start:
Awake, awake, O gracious heart,
There's some one knocking at the door.

'Tis Cupid come with loving art
To honour, worship, and implore;
And lest, unwelcomed, he depart
With all his wise mysterious lore,
Awake, awake, O gracious heart,
There's some one knocking at the door!

FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN.

LOVE'S CAPTIVE.

I hide her in my heart, my May,
And keep my darling captive there!
But not because she'd fly away
To seek for liberty elsewhere,
For love is ever free as air!
And as with me her love will stay,
I hide her in my heart, my May,
And keep my darling captive there.

Our love is love that lives for aye
Enchained in fetters strong and fair,
So evermore, by night and day,
That we our prisoned home may share,
I hide her in my heart, my May,
And keep my darling captive there.

C. H. WARING.

LOVE.

Looks that love not are silver-cold--
Gold the glory of love-sweet eyes!
Hearts are wide as the boundless skies
Full of loves--like the stars--untold!

Love by love should be bought and sold.
Other payments are shams and lies!
Looks that love not are silver-cold--
Gold the glory of love-sweet eyes!

Many loves will a great heart hold--
Foolish often, but often wise;
_Some_ of silver, but _one_ of gold,--
Life's great treasure, and crowning prize.
Looks that love not are silver-cold--
Gold the glory of love-sweet eyes--