25 AUGUST 1900, Page 17

POETRY.

OESCHENEN.

You should have stay'd, and stay'd alone, Beneath those shadows of the pines, Until the golden day was done : Then, that lone lake looks up, and shines With such a smile as might express The best of human happiness.

No foot is near; a marmot's cry Strikes the deep silence deeper still ; And those great mountain-walls on high Are dark with various glooms, that fill The dusky vale. Whence comes it, then, The glow that burns on Oeschenen ?

Ah, look yet higher, toward the East!

Yon white Alp in the far blue sky Bares to the sun her virgin breast That he may kiss her ere he die; .

Then, blushes through her trackless snows One pure illimitable rose. ARTHUR MIJNBY.