The Scottish Art Review
Edited by JAMES MAVOR.
SPRING.
SPEED, Mistress Spring ! nor linger over long ; Through grasses frail and wet Bring home the winged west wind, the blackbird's song, The dark hedge-violet ; Bring back thy purple pansies laced with gold To cheer our hearts aweary and acold. And we will crown thee Queen Of all the meadows green. But an thou tarriest in sullen-wise. Capricious and unkind. Wasting thy new-born buds with gusty sighs, A new love need we find ; No longer will we sorrow for thy sake, But Summer shall our Lady be, and take Thy purple pansies fair To wreathe her yellow hair. Graham R. Tomson. SONG. OVE in my heart : O heart of me, heart of me ! Love is my tyi-ant. Love is supreme. What if he passeth, O heart of me, heart of me ? Love is (I plinnioni, and Life is a dream ! L What if he changeth, O heart of me, heart of me ? Oh, can the waters be void of the wind .' What if he wendeth afar and apart from me ? What if he leave me to perish behind .' What if he passeth, O heart of me, heart of me A flame i' the dusk, a breath of Desire .' Nay, my sweet Love is the heart and the soul of me, And I am the innermost heart of his fire ! Love in my heart : O heart of me, heart of me ! Love is my tyrant. Love is supreme. What if he passeth, O heart of me, heart of me ? Love is a phantom, and Life is a dream ! William Shahh. 2l
