BY WOLD AND WOOD.



          THE HOLLOW.

                  I.
FLEET swallows soared and darted
     'Neath empty vaults of blue;
   Thick leaves close clung or parted
     To let the sunlight through;
   Each wild rosa, honey-hearted,
     Bowed full of living dew.

                 II.

  Down deep, fair fields of Heaven,
     Beat wafts of air and balm,
  From southllmost islands driven
     And continents of calm;
  Bland winds by which were given
     Hid hints of rustling palm.

                 III.
  High birds soared high to hover;
    Thick leaves close clung to slip;
  Wild rose and snowy clover
    Were warm for winds to dip,
  And one ungentle lover,
    A bee with robber lip.