New-York tribune., 1918-02-10

IE CALLS her by her name, Lucy and she,
i i blushing at her great boldness, has
called him by his, Richard Those two names
are the keynotes of the wonderful harmonies
the angels sing aloft.
"Lucy! My beloved"
ooh, Richardl"
Out in the world there, on the skirts of the
woodland, a sheep-boy pipes to meditative
eve on penny whistle.
Loves musical instrument is as old, and as
poor; it has but two stops; and yet, you see,
the cunning musician does thus much with it!
Other speech they have little; light foam
playing upon waves of feeling, and of feeling
compact, that bursts only when the sweeping
volume is too wild, and is no more than their
sigh of tenderness spoken.
Perhaps love played his tune so we'll be-
cause their natures had unblunted edges and
were keen for bliss confiding in it as natural
food. To gentlemen and ladies he hne-draws
upon the viol, ravishingly; or blows into the
mellow bassoon; or rouses the heroic ardours
Of the trumpet; or, it may be, commands the
whole Orchestra for them. And they are
pleased. He is still the cunning musician.
They languish, and taste ecstasy; but it is,
however sonorous, an earthly concert. For
them the spheres move not to two notes. They
have lost, or forfeited and never known, the
first supersensual spring of the ripe senses
into passion; when they carry the soul with
them, and have the privileges of spirits to
walk dsembodied, boundessly to feel. Or
one has it, and the other is dead body.
Ambrosia let them eat, and drink the nectar:
here sit couple to whom Loves simple
bread and water is finer feast
Pipe, happy sheep-boy, Love! Irradiated
angels, unfold your wings and lift your
voices!
They have outhown philosophy. Their in
stinct has shot beyond the ken Of science.
They were made for their Eden
"And this divine gift was in store for me."
ing each: it is their recurring refrain to the
harmones. How it illumncd the years gone
by and suffused the living Future!
"You for me: for you!"
eve are born for each other!"
They believe that the angels have been
busy about them from their cradles. The
celestial hosts have worthilv striven to bring
them together. And, o victory! o wondcr
after toll and pain, and difficulties exceeding,
the celestial hosts have succeeded!
"Here we two sit who written above as
one"
Pipe. happy Love! pipe on to these dear in
nocents!
The tide of colour has cbbed from the
upper sky. In the west the sea of sunkcn
FIRE draws back; and the stars leap forth, and
tremble, and retire before the advancing
from her shoulders, and, with her foot upon
the pine-tops, surveys heaven.
Lucy, did you never dream Of meeting
mc?"
20 Richard! yes; for remembered you"
"Lucy! and did you pray that we might
meet?"
II did!"
Young as when she looked upon the lovers
in Paradise, the fair Immortal journeys on
ward. Fronting her, it is not night, but
veiled day. Full half the sky is flushed Not
darkness, not day, but the nuptials of the two.
my own! my own forcver You are pledged
to me? Whsper!"
He hears the delicious music
"And you are mine ?"
A soft beam travels to the fcrn-covert un-
der the pine-wood where they sit and for
answer he has her eyes: turned to him an in
slant, timdly fiuttering over the depths of
his, and then downcast for through her ewes
her soul is naked to him.
Lucy! my bride! my ife!"
The night-jar spins his dark monotony on
the branch of the pine. The soft beam
travels round them, and listens to their
| hearts. Their lips are locked