1 APRIL 1882, Page 16

POETRY.

IN MEMORIAM:

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

A WORLDLING read the current telegrams, And discontented, cried, "No news to-night I" Nothing to stimulate his Isle of Shams, Or whet a sensual, jaded appetite.

"Only a Poet dead, across the sea."

Only! and yet these words, "A Poet dead," Moisten with love-dews countless eyes which see From earth a glory and a brightness fled, With him whose sweet songs, more than aught beside, Have bound two worlds together. Though the tide Of hate and envy often raged full strong, Yet were the billows melted by his song ; Both felt, with conscious pride, they must be one, Whose Poets sing in happy unison.

ROWLAND BROWN.