EDITORIAL NOTE TO POETRY

still?— 'Tis Autumn:—Autumn yet shall break thy heart! Fly away! fly away!— "I am not fair,"— So speaks the lone star-flower,— "Yet men I love And comfort men— Many flowers shall they behold, And stoop to me, And break me, ah!— So that within their eyes shall gleam Remembrance swift, Remembrance of far fairer things than I:— I see it—see it—and I perish so." 'Tis Autumn:—Autumn yet shall break thy heart! Fly away! fly away! CAMPO SANTO DI STAGLIENO³² Maiden, in gentle wise You stroke your lamb's soft fleece, Yet flashing from your eyes Both light and