or sea!

EXPECTATION.

THE King's three daughters stood on the terrace, The hanging terrace, so broad and green,

Which keeps the sea from the marble Palace:

There was Princess May, and Princess Alice,

And the youngest Princess, Gwendoline.

Sighed Princess May, "Will it last much longer,

Time throbs so slow and my Heart so quick;

And O, how long is the day in dying!

Weary am I of waiting and sighing,

For Hope deferred makes the spirit sick."

But Princess Gwendoline smiled and kissed her: :“Am I not sadder than you, my Sister?

Expecting joy is a happy pain. The Future's fathomless mine of

treasures,

I love the Summer with her ebb and flow

Of light, and warmth, and music, that have nurst

Dim

our city,

our gold, or make our flowers fall,

and you know

It was in summer that I saw

you first.