GAYETY In this class of selections the same suggestions that were made on the subject of common reading are pertinent and practical. However, greater variety of intonation, a quicker movement, and a higher pitch, are required. Flexibility of voice is indispensable, so that the slides of the fifth and octave may be easily reached, while the voice remains free from strain and harshness. GAY AND ANIMATED SELECTIONS THE DAFFODILS I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced, but they A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, CUPID SWALLOWED T'other day, as I was twining Of my wine I plunged and sank him; And what d' ye think I did?—I drank him! -Leigh Hunt. THE SOUTH WIND AND THE SUN O the South Wind and the Sun! How each loved the other one Full of fancy full of folly And his tinsel-tangled hair, Tossed and lost upon the air, Than any anywhere. And the South Wind's eyes were two As he puffed his cheeks, and pursed his lips As he knit his brows and held his breath, And this pair of merry fays They went on, and on, and on, Where the daisies looked like star-tracks Trailing up and down the dawn. And where'er they found the top They chucked it underneath the chin And praised the lavish crop, Till it lifted with the pride Of the heads it grew beside, And then the South Wind and the Sun Went onward satisfied. And the humming-bird, that hung Like a jewel up among The tilted honeysuckle-horns, They mesmerized, and swung In the palpitating air, Drowsed with odors strange and rare, And, with whispered laughter, slipped away And left him hanging there. By the brook with mossy brink, And where the melons grew, Turning their pink souls to crimson Over orchard walls they went, Till they brushed the sward beneath them Its features, and the gleam of gold Laughed out in every look. And they stroked the downy cheek And the golden-banded bees, They bridled, reined, and rode away Till in hollow oak and elm They had groomed and stabled them Where the dusty highway leads, They sowed the air with butterflies Tranced in the heat, with whirring wings, And they heard the killdee's call, But the rustle of a falling leaf The leafy shallop to the shore, And the fairy vessel veered From its moorings- tacked and steered For the center of the current Sailed away and disappeared: From the long-enchanted shore "Alas! the South Wind and the Sun!" I murmur evermore. For the South Wind and the Sun, Each so loves the other one, For all his jolly folly, And frivolity and fun, That our love for them they weigh As their fickle fancies may, And when at last we love them most, They laugh and sail away. -James Whitcomb Riley. |