BETA

A dainty little volume of verse has just
 appeared. The author is Lady Lindsay
(Kegan Paul, Trench & Co.). The title Lyrics
exactly describes the nature of its contents. Lady
Lindsay has the delicate fancy and light touch of
the born song-writer—her note is something like
that of a wild bird,—it is fresh and untrammelled
and sweet even when it is, as often happens, in a
minor key. The following is, perhaps, one of the
most perfect in the book :—
What are my darling’s eyes ?  They are blue as
wild cornflowers.
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What are my darling’s looks ?  They are soft as
summer hours.
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What are my darling’s lips ?  They are red as
autumn roses.
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What are my darling’s smiles ?  They are sweet
as
springtide posies.
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What are my darling’s thoughts ?  They are pure
as
lambs in fold.
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What is my darling’s heart ?  ’Tis a treasure of
pearl and gold.
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What is my darling’s soul ?  ’Tis a shrine where
angels sing.
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What is my darling’s love ?  ’Tis a kingdom
where I am king.”
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