Proposal

Yes, I’m your brother, not by birth Or any tie of earth: Your brother--well, we can’t undo the past,-- Because kind mother Nature cast Two minds into one mould. Do not scorn, storm or scold, That you, a girl, and I, a man, should be Alike, I as it were your travesty, Of course is very strange. We’re the same work with here and there some trifling change: You are de luxe on vellum, in the pride Of silver clasps; I, in rough hide, Bound anyhow. But since ’tis so, then let us bow, Accept the scheme, Live, sigh, laugh, hope and dream, Watch the play-- Grim or gay-- Side by side, you and I, ’Till we die.

A RIVER IMPRESSION.

White sails, fair women and a silver swan, Boats gliding to the cadence of the oars, With here and there the echo of a song, And white-clad youths, and the majestic stream In all its state of golden-spangled motion, Deep as the silent mystery of a dream, For ever hastening, hastening to the ocean....