SORRENTO.

Sorrento! Love's Star! Land Of myrtle and vine, I come from a far land To kneel at thy shrine; Thy brows wear a garland, Oh, weave one for mine!

Thine image, fair city, Smiles fair in the sea,— A youth sings a pretty Song, tempered with glee,— The mirth and the ditty Are mournful to me.

Ah, sea boy, how strange is The carol you sing! Let Psyche, who ranges The gardens of Spring, Remember the changes December will bring.