Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-01-05
SOME OF AUSTINS VERSE.
Specimen Poems OF the New Poet Laureate
OF ENGLAND.

or England.
Below will be found some excellent ev-
aIuples or the poetic art of Alfred Austin.
me newly appointed poet laureate. OF Eng
A NIGHT IN JUNE.
Lady. In this night of June.
fdir ike thee and holy:
AT lhou gazing at the moon.
mat is rising slowly?
/ ann gazing on her now
something tells me. so art thou.
Night hath been when thou and I.
SIDE by side were sitting:
watching Ger the mOonlit sky
fleecy cloudlets fitting
lose our hands We're linked then.
hen viii they be linked again?
What 20 me the starlight still
or the moOnbeam's splendor:
II do not feel the thrill
or thy fingers slender?
summer nights in vain are clear
II thy footsteps be not near
Roses. slumbering in their sheaths.
Ger my threshold Chamber.
ana the honeysuckle wreathes
Its translucent amber
Round the gables of my home
How is IL thou dost not come?
II thou earnest. rose on rose.
FROM its sleep would Waken:
FROM each Hover and leaf that blows
Spices would be shaken.
tioating down from star and tree,
Dreamy perfumes welcome thee.
1 would lead thee where the leaves
In the moon-rays glisten;
And where shadows fall in'sheavcs.
We would lean and listen
For the song of that sweet bird
That in April nights is head.
And when weary lids would close,
And thy head was dropping;
Then ike the dew that sleeps the rose,
% er thy languOr STOPPING.
/ would. till i woke a sigh.
Kiss thy sweet lips silently.
1 would give thee all own.
All thou hast would borrow:
/ from thee would keep alone
Fear and doubt and sorrow
All of tender that is mine
Should most teuLerly be thine
Moonlight, Into other skies.
l beseech thee wander:
Cruel thus 10 mock mine eyes.
Idle. thus TO sQUauder-
Loves own hight on this dark spot
For my lady cometh not.
THE LAST REDoUBT.
k3celyevO's slope still felt
The lannon's bolt and rifle pelt:
For las, redouht up the hill remained
by the Russ yet held 10y the Turk not
gained.
Aehamet All stroled his beard.
His IpsNwere clenched and his look was
Round him was ranks Of his ragged folk.
Their faces blackened with blood anC
smoke
Clear me the Muscovite OUT" he cried
Then the name of "AllanN echoed wide.
And the rifles were clutched and the bayo-
nets lowered.
And ON tothe last redoubt they poured
one feu and q second quickly stopned
The gap that he left when he ceclcd and
The second-a third straight filed his
place,
The third. and a fourth kept up the race
Many a fez I'm the mud was crushed.
Many a throat that Checrcd was huehed
Many heNrt thai sought the crest.
Found Auah's throne and a houri's breast
over their corpses the living sprang.
And the ridge with their musIet-rattle
Could see their faces and hear their shout
In the redoub, a fair form lowered
That cheered up the brave ana child the
Brardishinr blade with a gallant air.
His mead erect and his temples bare.
"Flv, they are on u.s. his men implored.
SUIT ne waved them on with his waving
'Tt cannot be held: its no shame To- GOV
But ne stood with his face set hard 10 the
foe.
Then chung they about him and tugged
He drew q pistol from out his belt:
And fired ft blank az the frs that set
Foot on the edge of the parapet.
over the first one topplel; bur on
Clambered the rest ill their hayoneis
AS hurriedly aed his men dismayed.
Not a bayonet's length from the length of
his blade.
..yfeldr' But aloft his steel he ha shed.
And down on their s,eel i rinogius, claslhesd
Then back he reeled with oladeiess hIl.
T7is honor fun. but his life-blood split.
Nrebemet Ali came and saw
The riddied breast ana the tenoer jaw:
MAKE him a biar Of YOUR arms. ne said,
o8nd daintily bury this dainty dead.
They lifted him up from the dao0le'
His limbs g'0' were shapely and soft and
\, down VI'' on his Tip. on his cheek no shade;
"Bismulah" they cried, us an lEiide-
waidr'
..Die- her crave where she stood and fell.
'Ga.nst the iacSaIs scratch and the Vui-
lures smell.
Did the NIuscovlte men like their mai-ens
In their lines we had scarcely supped to-
night
So a deeper trench 'mong the trenches
there
was dug for the form as brave as fair.
And none. till the Judgment trump ana
Shall drive her out Of the Last Redoubt"