Two Sonnets

[The daughter of our ambassador to the C'ourt of St. James has already met with unusual success In London society, and has just made lier flrst prominent claim for distino tion as an author by publishing the following sonnets in Hakper's Magazine for July.] THE COSIING OF LOVK. I dreamed tliat love came as the oak trees grow, By the chance dropping of a tlny seed, And then from inoou lo moon with steady speed, Tlio' torn by winds and eliilled with heedless snow, The sap of pulsing life would upward fiow Till in its inight the heavens theinselves could read Portcnts of power that tliey must learn to heed. This was my dream ; the waking proved not so. For love carne like a flower and grew apace. I saw it blossom, tenderly and frail Till the dear Spring had run its eager race. Then the rough wiud tossed high the petals red, The seed feil far in soil beyond my pale. 1 know not now, il love be lost or dead. AGE. I have a dream that somewhere in the diiys Since when a myriad suns have burued and dietl There was a time my soul was not, for pride Of spendthrift youth, the pensioner who pays Uole for the pain of searching thro' the haze Where joy lies bidden. As the puff-balls ride The wandering wiud across the summer's side, So wiuged my spirit in a golden blaze Of pure and careless Preseut- future naught But a sad dotard's wail- and I was youug Who uow am oíd. Now years like flashes seem Lamben torgray on thegreat wall of Tliought. This is a song a poet may have sung. No proof remalns- X have but dreamed a dream.