31 AUGUST 1901, Page 16

POETRY.

WHITHER AWAY ?

WHERE are you going, Master mine ? "— " Mistress of mine, farewell ! Pledge me a cup of golden wine !

Light shall be dark and darkness shine Before I tell ! "

"Oh, go you by the firwoods blue, And by the Fairies' Trysting Tree ? "— " No, for the path is grown with rue And nightshade's purple flower, since you Walked there with me ! "

"O, go you by the pastures high, A grassy road and daisies fair ? "— " No, for I saw them fade and die On the bright evening, love, that I Sat with you there!"

ANODOS.