THE COMING OF SPRING THERE'S Something in the air That's new and sweet and rare A scent of summer things, A whirr as if of wings. There's something too that's new In the color of the blue That's in the morning sky, Before the sun is high. And though on plain and hill, 'Tis winter, winter still, There's something seems to say That winter's had its day. And all this changing tint, And to-morrow or to-day And the next thing, in the woods, The catkins in their hoods Of fur and silk will stand, And the tassels soft and fine So, silently, but swift, The long days gain and gain, Until, on hill and plain, Once more, and yet once more We see the bloom of birth Make young again the earth. NORA PERRY. KING CANUTE KING CANUTE was weary-hearted: he had reigned for years a score, Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more; And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild seashore. On that day a something vexed him; that was clear to old and young; Thrice his Grace had yawned at table when his favorite gleemen sung; Once the Queen would have consoled him, but he bade her hold her tongue. "Something ails my gracious master," cried the Keeper of the Seal. "Sure, my lord, it is the lampreys served at dinner, or the veal?" "Pshaw!" exclaimed the angry monarch. "Keeper, 'tis not that I feel. "Tis the heart and not the dinner, fool, that doth my rest impair : Can a king be great as I am, prithee, and yet know no care? Oh, I'm sick, and tired, and weary." Some one cried, "The King's armchair!” Then towards the lackeys turning, quick my Lord the Keeper nodded: Straight the King's great chair was brought him, by two footmen able-bodied; Languidly he sank into it: it was comfortably wadded. "Ah! I feel," said old King Canute, "that my end is drawing near." . "Don't say so," exclaimed the courtiers (striving each to squeeze a tear): "Sure your Grace is strong and lusty, and may live this fifty year." "Live these fifty year!" the Bishop roared, with actions made to suit. "Are you mad, my good Lord Keeper, thus to speak of King Canute? Men have lived a thousand years, and sure his Majesty will do't. "With his skill in healing ne'er a doctor can compete : Loathsome lepers, if he touch them, start up clean upon their feet: Surely he could raise the dead up, did his Highness think it meet. "Did not once the Jewish captain stay the sun upon the hill, And, the while he slew the foemen, bid the silver moon stand still? So, no doubt, could gracious Canute, if it were his sacred will." "Might I stay the sun above us, good Sir Bishop? Canute cried; "Could I bid the silver moon. to pause upon her heavenly ride? If the moon obeys my orders, sure I can command the tide. "Will the advancing waves obey me, Bishop, if I make the sign?" Said the Bishop, bowing lowly, "Land and sea, my lord, are thine." Canute turned towards the ocean. "Back!" he said, "thou foaming brine! |