SORRENTO.

Sorrento! Love's Star! Land

Of myrtle and vine,

I come from a far land

To kneel at thy shrine;

Thy brows wear a garland,

Oh, weave one for mine!

Thine image, fair city,

Smiles fair in the sea,—

A youth sings a pretty

Song, tempered with glee,—

The mirth and the ditty

Are mournful to me.

Ah, sea boy, how strange is

The carol you sing!

Let Psyche, who ranges

The gardens of Spring,

Remember the changes

December will bring.