CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON

I do not love thee' yet, when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)

Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.

I do not love thce' yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue,

Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftencr than any eyes 1 ever knew.

I know I do not love thee' yet, alas' Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;

And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing where thou art.

��CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER 700 Letty's Globe

WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third gla'd year, And her young artless words began to flow, One day we gave the child a coloured sphere

Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, By tint and outline, all its sea and land.

She patted all the world, old empires peep'd Between her baby fingers; her soft hand

Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap'd,

And laugh J d and prattled in her world-wide bliss; But when we turn'd her sweet unlearned eye On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry f Oh' yes, I see it, Letty 's home is there

And while she hid all England with a kiss, Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.

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