12 JULY 1879, Page 14

POETRY.

FAST AND LOOSE.

Lovs holds me so !

I would that I could go I flutter up and down, and to and fro, In vain,—Love holds me so.

Love let me go ;— I seek him high and low ; I wander up and down, and to and fro, In vain, in vain,—and life is cruel woe, Since Love has let me go. F. W. B.