Following Footsteps

Dony droops the green sweet brier, I)ewy hangs the rose, As I follow where hor footstrp, Lightly printed, goea. .Sun, that cometh up to meet me, Was thore aught to see Döwü beueath that gray horizon Halt 90 fair as she f Down this path she careless wanderod Where the liüa drooped ; Here her garments brushed the dew off Aa she, gathering, stooped. Hcre sho turned and pau3ed, iinecrtain - Ah, I hear it now ! - Over stones the full brook naging Faintly, far belovr ! Leading on to greet the roses Euu tlie footsteps free ; Red, and white, and pink she gathercd, - Dropping ono for me ! Then to where the honeysuckle Climbs to seent tho air - No, she stopped and left it climbing, Turning otherwhere. Whöre ilion ? Oh, adown this pathwny, Where her heliotropo Makes the air with perfume heavy, Purpling all the slope. Sun, that niaketh shadows shorter As I iollow still, Where were j'ou at earlj' dawning When she climbed the hill ? Shall she climb to wait your coming, She, my own, my sweet, When her gracious presence only Makes your da}' complete 't Here she left her blossoms lying In a liawthorn's care, And the dewy steps go springing Up the rocks so bare. Higher, higher ever leading, Follow I and Hopo - Sunny hair lit up with sunshinc - Ah ! m y heliotrope ! - Scribners for March.