12 JULY 1879, Page 14
POETRY.
FAST AND LOOSE.
Lovs holds me so !
I would that I could go I flutter up and down, and to and fro, In vain,—Love holds me so.
Love let me go ;— I seek him high and low ; I wander up and down, and to and fro, In vain, in vain,—and life is cruel woe, Since Love has let me go. F. W. B.