II.— THE KITES.

I saw three Cupids ( so I dream'd ),

Who made three kites, on which were drawn,

In letters that like roses gleam'd,

‘ Plato,’‘ Anacreon,’ and‘ Vaughan.’

The boy who held by Plato tried

His airy venture first; all sail,

It heav'nward rush'd till scarce descried,

Then pitch'd and dropp'd for want of tail.

Anacreon's Love, with shouts of mirth

That pride of spirit thus should fall,

To his kite link'd a lump of earth,

And, lo, it would not soar at all.

Last, my disciple freighted his

With a long streamer made of flowers,

The children of the sod, and this

Rose in the sun, and flew for hours.