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# Hand in Hand/The Woman's Child

The Woman's Child
LET not thy hands be idle, since that brings Pain to the heart. Spin off thy distaff quickly,
While I sit alone at my distaff, I hear the voices of children, The voices of the children who are passing; I hear their laughter too, and the sound of their feet, The little feet that run into other cottages; But there is no one to run into mine. My house is as silent as the grave, As silent as the grave in the churchyard, Where my little one is lying.
O little son, who only lived an hour, If thou lived now, thou would'st be eight years old, The garden would be full of sunshine for thee, Thy father's cold heart full of gladness for thee, Thy mother's sad heart full of pleasure for thee, But thou art very far!
Yet tell me why thou would'st but live an hour? Did life not promise happy years to thee That thou did'st turn to death? There had been many, many happy years, Yet thou but lived an hour. And I never saw thee living, And I never saw thine eyes!
When I see a brown-eyed lad, I wonder If thou art like him; And if I see a blue-eyed lad, my heart says, "Thy child is such an one," Yet I know not the colour of thine eyes, And though I should travel as far as the moon does, There is no one who can tell me, even at the end of the world!
Let not thy hands be idle, since that brings Pain to the heart. Spin off thy distaff quickly.
# Hand in Hand/Three Singers

Three Singers
YOUTH, Hope, and Love were nestling in her heart, Like three sweet birds that cheered the Summer earth; In Life's glad chorus taking equal part, Filling her days with music and with mirth.
The voice of Youth ceased first, the thievish years Stole one by one its sweetness and its grace, Instead of happy laughter gave her tears, And left a darkness in the glory's place.
Then Hope was hushed, grew fainter day by day, Folded its weary pinions, drooped, and died, From her lone heart passed silently away, Its chamber empty, and its portal wide. Love only of the three still lives and sings, And lifts her soul to Heaven upon its wings.
# Hand in Hand/To-day is a King in Disguise

"To-day is a King in Disguise."
A KING, uncrowned and clad in poor attire, His sceptre and his robes of state laid by, He comes upon us, and our blinded eyes See nothing regal in the mean disguise, And have no power to pierce the mystery, And find the Monarch in his majesty.
But, passed, our sight is cleared; all we desire Of royal pomp and kingly might is shown; He straight resumes the sceptre and the throne, The ermined robes, and reigns triumphantly A crowned King! The while a wondering world, Unmindful of the new disguised To-day, Cries out, as wide his banners float unfurled, "Behold, a King was with us yesterday!"
# Hallow-E’en (Mayne)

* "Hallow-E’en", in The Weekly Magazine, or Edinburgh Amusement (23 November 1780) (external scan)
* "Hallow-E’en", in Two Scots Poems (1783) (external scan)
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# Hallow fair/Queen Mary's Lamentation

QUEEN MARY'S LAMENTATION.
I sigh and lament me in vain, these walls can but echo my moans Alas! it increases my pain, when I think on the days that are gone ​Through the grate of my prison I see the birds as they wanton in air, My heart how it pants to be free, my looks they are wild with despair.
Above though opprest by my fate, I burn with contempt for my foes, Though fortune has altered my state, she ne'er can subdue me to those.
False woman, in ages to come, thy malice detested shall be, And when we are cold in the tomb some heart will still sorrow for me.
Ye roofs where cold damps and dismay, with silence and fortitude dwell, How comfortable passes the day: how sadly tolls the evening bell.
The owls from the battlement cry; hollow winds seem to murmur around, O MARY! prepare for to die my blood it runs cold at the sound.
# Hallow fair/Homeward Bound

HOMEWARD BOUND.
LOOSE every sail to the breeze, the course of my vessel improve; I've done with the toils of my sea, sailors, I'm bound to my love.
Since Emma is as true as she's fair, my grief I fling all to the wind, 'Tis a pleasant return for my care, my mistress is constant and kind.
My sails are filled to my dear what tropic bird swiftly can move, Who cruel shall hold his career, that returns to the nest of his love.
Hoist every sail to the breeze, come shipmates and join in the song, Let's drink while the ship cuts the sea, to the gale that may drive her along.
FINIS.
# Hallow fair/The Contented Lover

THE CONTENTED LOVER.
I lo'e na a laddie but ane, he lo'es na a lassie but me; ​He's willin' to mak me his ain, an' his ain I'm willin' to be.
He coft me a rockly o' blue, a pair o' mittens of green An' his price was a kiss of my mou', an' I paid him the debt yestreen.
My mither's ay makin' a phraze, that I'm luckie young to be wed! But lang e'er she counted my days, o' me she was brought to bed.
Sae mither just settle your tongue, an' dinna be flyting sae bauld, For we can do the thing when we're young, that we canna do weel when we're auld.
# Hallow fair/Ungrateful Nanny

UNGRATEFUL NANNY.
Did ever a swain a nymph adore, as I ungrateful Nanny did? Was ever shepherd's heart so sore, or ever broken heart so true. My cheeks are well'd with tears, but she Has never wet a cheek for me.
If Nanny call'd did e'er I stay, or linger when she bid me run, She only had the word to say, and all she wish d was quickly done, I always think of her, but she Does ne'er bestow a thought on me
​To let her cows my clover taste have I not rose by break of day, Did ever Nanny's heifers fast, if Robin in his barn had hay. Tho' to my field they welcome were, I ne'er was welcome yet to her.
If ever Nansy lost a sheep. I cheerfully did give her two; And I her lambs did safely keep within my fold in frost and snow: Have they not there from cold been free, But Nanny still is cold to me.
When Nanny to the well did come, 'twas I that did her pitchers fill; Full as they were I brought them home; her corn I carried to the mill; My back did heave the sack but she, Will never bear a sight of me.
To Nanny s poultry oats I give, I'm sure they always had the best; Within this week her pigeons have, eat up a peck of pease at least. Her little pigeons kiss but she, Will never take a kiss from me.
Must Robin always Nanny woo, and Nanny still on Robin frown, Alas! poor wretch what shall I do, if Nanny does not love me soon, If no relief to me she'll bring, I'll hang me in her apron string.
# Flora's Lexicon/Almond

LMOND. Amygdalus. Class 12, Icosandria. Order: Monogynia, Fable confers an affecting origin on this tree. It relates that Demophoon, son of Theseus and Phædra, in returning from the siege of Troy, was thrown by a storm on the shores of Thrace, where then reigned the beautiful Phyllis. The young queen graciously received the prince, fell in love with him, and became his wife. When recalled to Athens by his father’s death, Demophoon promised to return in a month, and fixed the day. The affectionate Phyllis counted the hours of his absence, and at last the appointed day arrived. Nine times she repaired to the shore; but, losing all hope of his return, she dropped down dead with grief, and was turned into an Almond-tree. Three months afterwards, Demophoon returned. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he offered a sacrifice at the sea-side, to appease the manes of his bride. She seemed to sympathize with his repentance: for the Almond-tree, into which she had been transformed, instantly put forth its flowers, and proved by this last effort that true love, “strong as death,” is incapable of change.
INDISCRETION.
Spenser.
According to Moore, the Almond blossom is the emblem of hope—
In ancient times, the abundance of blossom on this tree was considered as the promise of a fruitful season.
# Flora's Lexicon/Amaryllis

MARYLLIS. Amaryllis Sarniensis. Class 6, Hexandria. Order: Monogynia. Gardeners say that the amaryllis, of which there are numerous varieties, is a proud plant, because it frequently refuses its flowers to their most earnest cares. The Guernsey lily is a charming flower, and closely resembles the tuberose in appearance and size; it is of a cherry red colour, and, when the sun shines upon it, it seems studded with gems of gold. The name of this plant is derived from a Greek word, which has been not inappropriately translated, by Monsieur Pirolle, as significant of splendour, and perhaps we have no flowering plant more beautifully gay than the amaryllis.
HAUGHTINESS. PRIDE.
Milton
Daniel
Sterline
Crown.
# Flora's Lexicon/American Linden

MERICAN LINDEN, or BASS-WOOD. Tilia Americana. Class 13, Polyandria. Order: Monogynta. The American Linden, or Bass-wood, is a lofty tree, but the wood is not extensively used. We have two other species, in the south and west, whose wood possesses similar properties, and is likewise little employed.
MATRIMONY.
Spenser
Lilly
Shakspeare
Shakspeare
# Flora's Lexicon/Angelica

NGELICA. Angelica. Class 5, Pentandria. Order 2: Digynia. This plant is named angelica in allusion to its agreeable smell and medicinal qualities. It has winged leaves divided into large segments; its stalks are hollow and jointed, the flowers grow in an umbel upon the tops of the stalks, and consist of five leaves, succeeded by two large channelled seeds. Archangelica is sometimes cultivated in gardens for its leaf-stalks, to be blanched and eaten as celery, or candied with sugar. In Lapland, where it is also found, it is used to crown poets, who fancy themselves inspired by its agreeable odour.
INSPIRATION.
Pope.
Anon.
# Flora's Lexicon/American Arbor-vitæ

MERICAN LINDEN, or BASS-WOOD. Tilia Americana. Class 13, Polyandria. Order: Monogynta. The American Linden, or Bass-wood, is a lofty tree, but the wood is not extensively used. We have two other species, in the south and west, whose wood possesses similar properties, and is likewise little employed.
MATRIMONY.
Spenser
Lilly
Shakspeare
Shakspeare
# Flora's Lexicon/American Cowslip

MERICAN COWSLIP. Primula Veris. Class 5, Pentandria. Order: Monogynia. The elegant stem of a single root of this plant springs from the centre of a rosette of large leaves couched on the earth. In April it is crowned with twelve pretty flowers with the cups reversed. Linnæus has given it the name of “Dodecatheon,” which signifies “twelve divinities,” a name, perhaps, somewhat too extravagant for a small plant so modest in its appearance. An American writer says of them, in their indigenous soil, that they resemble a cluster of bright yellow polyanthuses. “Our gold cowslips,” he adds, “look like a full branch of large clustering king-cups; they carelessly raise themselves on their firm stalks, their corollas gazing upward to the changing spring sky, as they grow amidst their pretty leaves of vivid green. They adorn almost every meadow, and shed a glow of beauty wherever they spring.”
YOU ARE MY DIVINITY.
J. R. Chorley.
Milton.
Pope.
# Flora's Lexicon/Anemone

NEMONE. Anemone. Class 13, Polyandria. Order: Polygynia. Anemone was a nymph beloved by Zephyr. Flora, being jealous, banished her from her court, and changed her into a flower, which always opens at the return of spring. Zephyr had abandoned this unfortunate beauty to the rude caresses of Boreas, who, unable to gain her love, agitates her until her blossoms are half open, and then causes her immediately to fade. An anemone, with this motto, “Brevis est usus,”—*“Her reign is short,” admirably expresses the rapid decline of beauty.
FORSAKEN.
Dawes.
# Flora's Lexicon/Aloe

LOE. Class 6, Hexandria. Order: Monogynia. The aloe is said to thrive best in the desert, and is only attached to the soil by a very slender fibre. Its taste is very sharp and bitter. So sorrow drives us away from the world, detaches our hearts from the earth, and fills them with bitterness. This plant derives its support almost entirely from the air, and assumes very singular and fantastic shapes. Le Vaillant found many species very numerous in the deserts of Namaquoise; some of them six feet long, which were thick and armed with long spines. From the centre of these a light twig shoots forth to the height of a tall tree, all garnished with flowers. Others exalt themselves like the cactus, bristling with thorns. Others, again, are marbled, and seem like serpents creeping upon the earth. Brydone saw the ancient city of Syracuse entirely covered by great aloes in flower; their elegant branches giving to the promontory which bounded the coast, the appearance of an enchanted forest. These plants also prosper well in our gardens. The collection in the museum of Paris is said to be the most complete in the world.
These magnificent and monstrous members of the vegetable kingdom are also found in barbarous Africa. There they grow upon the rocks in arid and sandy soil, in the midst of that burning atmosphere in which scarce aught but tigers and lions can breathe and live. Let us bless Providence, then, for raising in our climate verdant bowers over our heads, and for spreading under our feet the soft carpet of grass, ornamented with saffron, violets, and daisies.
GRIEF.
Shakspeare.
# Flora's Lexicon/Amaranth

MARANTH. Amaranthus, Class 21, Monæia. Order: Penrandria. The amaranth is one of the latest gifts of autumn, and when dead its flowers retain their rich scarlet colour. The ancients have associated it with supreme honours; choosing it to adorn the brows of their gods. Poets have sometimes mingled its bright hue with the dark and gloomy cypress, wishing to express that their sorrows were combined with everlasting recollections. Homer tells us, that at the funeral of Achilles, the Thessalians presented themselves wearing crowns of amaranth.
IMMORTALITY.
# Flora's Lexicon/American Elm

MERICAN ELM. Ulmus Americana. Class 5, Penrandria. Order: Digynia. The American Elm is found in all parts of the United States, but thrives best between the forty-second and forty-sixth degrees of north latitude. The wood is inferior to the European, and as it is in consequence not very well adapted to practical purposes, its uses are few and unimportant.
PATRIOTISM.
Cowper.
Montgomery.
Maturin.
Campbell.
# Helen of Troy and Other Poems/Galahad in the Castle of the Maidens

G. P. Putnam's sons, page 83
GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS
(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting)
THE other maidens raised their eyes to him Who stumbled in before them when the fight Had left him victor, with a victor's right. I think his eyes with quick hot tears grew dim; He scarcely saw her swaying white and slim, And trembling slightly, dreaming of his might, Nor knew he touched her hand, as strangely light As a wan wraith's beside a river's rim. The other maidens raised their eyes to see And only she has hid her face away, And yet I ween she loved him more than they, And very fairly fashioned was her face. Yet for Love's shame and sweet humility, She dared not meet him with their queenlike grace.
# Helen of Troy and Other Poems/Guenevere

G. P. Putnam's sons, pages 14–16
GUENEVERE
I WAS a queen, and I have lost my crown; A wife, and I have broken all my vows; A lover, and I ruined him I loved:— There is no other havoc left to do. A little month ago I was a queen, And mothers held their babies up to see When I came riding out of Camelot. The women smiled, and all the world smiled too. And now, what woman's eyes would smile on me? I still am beautiful, and yet what child Would think of me as some high, heaven-sent thing, An angel, clad in gold and miniver? The world would run from me, and yet am I No different from the queen they used to love. If water, flowing silver over stones, Is forded, and beneath the horses' feet Grows turbid suddenly, it clears again, And men will drink it with no thought of harm. Yet I am branded for a single fault.
I was the flower amid a toiling world, Where people smiled to see one happy thing, And they were proud and glad to raise me high; They only asked that I should be right fair, A little kind, and gownèd wondrously, ​And surely it were little praise to me If I had pleased them well throughout my life.
I was a queen, the daughter of a king. The crown was never heavy on my head, It was my right, and was a part of me. The women thought me proud, the men were kind, And bowed right gallantly to kiss my hand, And watched me as I passed them calmly by, Along the halls I shall not tread again. What if, to-night, I should revisit them? The warders at the gates, the kitchen-maids, The very beggars would stand off from me, And I, their queen, would climb the stairs alone, Pass through the banquet-hall, a loathèd thing, And seek my chambers for a hiding-place, And I should find them but a sepulchre, The very rushes rotted on the floors, The fire in ashes on the freezing hearth. I was a queen, and he who loved me best Made me a woman for a night and day, And now I go unqueened forevermore. A queen should never dream on summer eves, When hovering spells are heavy in the dusk:— I think no night was ever quite so still, So smoothly lit with red along the west, So deeply hushed with quiet through and through. And strangely clear, and deeply dyed with light, The trees stood straight against a paling sky, With Venus burning lamp-like in the west.
I walked alone amid a thousand flowers, ​That drooped their heads and drowsed beneath the dew, And all my thoughts were quieted to sleep. Behind me, on the walk, I heard a step— I did not know my heart could tell his tread, I did not know I loved him till that hour. Within my breast I felt a wild, sick pain, The garden reeled a little, I was weak, And quick he came behind me, caught my arms, That ached beneath his touch; and then I swayed, My head fell backward and I saw his face.
All this grows bitter that was once so sweet, And many mouths must drain the dregs of it, But none will pity me, nor pity him Whom Love so lashed, and with such cruel thongs.
# Heart of the West

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Heart of the West
Heart of the West
By
O. HENRY
Author of CABBAGES AND KINGS, THE FOUR MILLION, THE TRIMMED LAMP, ETC.
NEW YORK THE McCLURE COMPANY MCMVII
Copyright, 1907, by The McClure Company
Published, October, 1907
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| I. | Hearts and Crosses | 3 |
| II. | The Ransom of Mack | 22 |
| III. | Telemachus, Friend | 32 |
| IV. | The Handbook of Hymen | 44 |
| V. | The Pimienta Pancakes | 62 |
| VI. | Seats of the Haughty | 78 |
| VII. | Hygeia at the Solito | 99 |
| VIII. | An Afternoon Miracle | 122 |
| IX. | The Higher Abdication | 141 |
| X. | Cupid à la Carte | 173 |
| XI. | The Caballero’s Way | 200 |
| XII. | The Sphinx Apple | 219 |
| XIII. | The Missing Chord | 244 |
| XIV. | A Call Loan | 257 |
| XV. | The Princess and the Puma | 266 |
| XVI. | The Indian Summer of Dry Valley Johnson | 276 |
| XVII. | Christmas by Injunction | 288 |
| XVIII. | A Chaparral Prince | 306 |
| XIX. | The Reformation of Calliope | 321 |
Heart of the West
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# Heart of Spring!

First published in The Register, 20 February 1909
O Heart of Spring! Spirit of love and light and joyous day, So soon to faint beneath the fiery Summer; Still smiles the Earth, eager for thee alway; Welcome art thou, soever short thy stay, Thou bold, thou blithe newcomer! Whither, oh whither this thy journeying, O Heart of Spring!
O Heart of Spring! After the stormy days of winters reign, When the keen winds their last lamentare sighing, The Sun shall raise thee up to life again. In thy dim death thou shalt not suffer pain; Surely thou dost not fear this quietdying? Whither, or whither blithely journeying, O Heart of Spring!
O Heart of Spring! Youth's emblem, ancient as unchanging light, Uncomprehended, unconsumed, still burning; Oh, that we could, as thee, rise from the night So find a world of blossoms lilac-white, And long-winged swallows unafraid returning. . . . Whither, oh whither, this thy journeying. O Heart of Spring!
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