Page:The Pathfinder, Swiggett, June 1911.djvu/22

18 A question each dear transport to belie!

It is a pain to thirst and do without,

A pain to suffer what we deem unjust,

To win a joy, and lay it in the dust;

But there's a fiercer pain,—the pain of doubt:

From other griefs Death sets the spirit free;

Doubt steals the light from immortality!

KENILWORTH13

PERDITA14

(On seeing Miss Anderson in the rôle)

She dances,

And I seem to be

In primrose vales of Sicily,

Beside the streams once looked upon