24 DECEMBER 1881, Page 16

AGLAIA.

THE tamarisks bow'd their heads, compell'd By no ungentle force ; The breeze a sunny fragrance held, Mingled of sea and gorse ; And on the turf the daisies shone ; The heaving turf's desire Was plainly to be trodden on ; The daisies were on fire For something far more pure and warm Than they ; and on them there I, for a moment, saw thy form Rise in the happy air. HENRY PATMORE..