5 JULY 1884, Page 22


Do not awaken her, whom gentle sleep Holds in its sweet, unjealous, calm caress ; In silence view the silent loveliness, And fond desire in awed subjection keep.

Dare not too near the bright-robed wonder creep, Nor touch the sandal'd feet, nor stir one tress Of the soft golden hair ; the motionless, Enfolded arms leave in their slumber deep.

Fear not ; she heeds thee not, she doth abide Beyond the realms of fear, or love, or scorn !

Then fill thy charmed eyes with pure delight, For this is Beauty's Image, and the Bride Of reverent Art, conceived of Thought, and born To gladden all who gaze with chastened sight.