POETRY.
"REJECTED."
[A PICTURE IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY, BY MARCUS STONE.]
HER little face is white with woe,
Her downcast eyes are wet ; She had not meant to grieve him so, At least,—at least,—not yet ; it was so pleasant to be wooed, So hateful to be won,— Ah ! why should many a merry mood End in so drear a one !
She draws the curtain back, and peers Into the world beyond ; The garden gleams in flowery tiers, The fish leap in the pond ; Behind there is a misty hill,— how grey it all has grown ! Perhaps it was her father's will, Perhaps it is her own.
He turns aside,—he pleads no more, But goes with drooping head ; A man is often wounded sore, Who dons a coat of red.
And so he sadly rides away, Slowly o'er hill and plain; But, let us hope, some other day He will ride back again !
June 1. H. E. Duni:.
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